The left passage sloped downward as expected. Gradually, it was in descending. The descent that one noticed in their legs before by their eyes.
Noah kept his sword low at his side. His mana continued to circulated throughout his body in background level.
A habit he had built over the past weeks. It could help him to used mana more faster.
Damien walked slightly ahead, his own blade held easy in both hands.
The silence between them was comfortable. Noah was usually talkative and joking around. But not right now. They were in serious position currently.
The passage walls changed slightly as they moved deeper. The stone was the same material but the surface was different here. More textured.
Small carvings appeared at irregular intervals, shallow and worn, running along the lower portion of the walls like a border.
Noah glanced at them as he passed but couldn't make sense of them. Not a language he recognized. Not symbols from anything he had studied.
