We finally have the well! Like a beast emerging from the smelly bowels of the earth, it is ready to insert its long and granite beak in search of the precious water, the well digger went down over 25 meters to find the blue gold so dear and useful to Contea, otherwise parched by the evil Sun God who in the summer months demands his tribute of sweat and suffering. Eats, eats, my dear and terrifying well digger! Wait for the arrival of the only rings to keep the hole open with the Contea dungeons, underground that there were, horrors and wonders never discovered before.But be careful, if you look too far into the abyss, the abyss will look back at you and thewater.
In the heart of the earth, the well stands like a titanic guardian, covered in shadows and dust, its gray beak seeming to drink the light. The atmosphere is filled with an uneasy silence, broken only by the dull sound of the collapsing earth, while sweat flows like lifeblood on tense faces, whose eyes shine with hope and fear. The silhouette of the well digger, still and majestic, stands out against the blue sky that seems strangely distant, like a vanished dream.































