The left passage sloped downward as expected. The descent was gradual, noticeable more through their legs than their eyes.
Noah kept his sword low at his side. His mana continued to circulate throughout his body at a low level in the background.
It was a habit he had developed over the past few weeks. It helped him use his mana more quickly when needed.
Damien walked slightly ahead, his own blade held comfortably in one hand.
The silence between them was comfortable. Noah was usually talkative and liked joking around. But not right now. They were in a serious situation.
The walls of the passage changed slightly as they moved deeper. The stone was made of the same material, but its surface was different here. It was more textured.
Small carvings appeared at irregular intervals, shallow and worn, running along the lower portions of the walls like a border.
