The tunnel was older than what Sonya and Akaza expected.
The walls were rough and uneven, bearing numerous scratches and marks left behind by generations of slaves. Some of the markings resembled simple symbols while others looked completely meaningless.
However, Simon knew that many of them were not random.
They were messages, directions, and warnings.
They were languages that only slaves could understand.
He got to understand what these markings meant after the slaves taught him.
The tunnel sloped downward before gradually curving through the interior of the cliff itself. The air was damp and cold. Water occasionally dripped from the ceiling, creating a steady rhythm that echoed through the darkness.
Crystals that emitted dim lights were hung on the walls of the tunnel.
Nobody spoke for several minutes.
Sunless carried Merath while Akaza carried Jorra. Sonya walked behind Simon while carefully observing the surroundings.
