A truncated oval of dim light beckoned up ahead. He banished his magelight and stood still, waiting for his eyes to adjust. In the darkness, his hearing became acute. He heard the scuff of footsteps and the short, rasping sound of breathing. A growl echoed toward him. Another joined it. The snap of teeth meeting and a yelp followed. Owen shrank against the wall.
Maybe I should just leave and wait until Aeden gets here. I don’t want to meet this in the dark. He shook his head. He began to sweat. His breathing increased. He wrestled with his fear and his duty.
I am here, HeartStriker reminded him. As am I. Navar’s voice was fainter, but just as reassuring.
Owen slowly straightened, letting the fear go. Thank you, he told them.
He moved toward the light. When he reached the opening, he clung to the side of the tunnel. He pushed an eye past its edge.
The light was coming from narrow holes in the ceiling many feet above the floor. Stalactites and stalagmites hung from that ceiling and grew from the floor. Massive columns of quartz refracted the light that fell from the holes in a coruscating rainbow of color around the cavern. He didn’t see any of the Demons he knew were there.
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