At Captain Bethiv's command, the Last Light Company plunged into the yawning mouth of the crevasse. Scarcely had the first entered the darkness then demons rushed out to meet them, claws extended, their icy scales clacking together like glass. Shouts erupted from the men as they released a wave of magical techniques, filling the tunnels with fire and sun. They forged ahead quickly, cutting a path through any of the higher-level demons that survived the bombardment.
"As we enter the tunnels, we'll be forced to rely on your magic," Bethiv said seriously. "The demons can come from anywhere, any direction, and we won't be able to defend from their spells."
"I-I don't know if can protect you all," I stammered.
"You don't have to. We just need to survive long enough to close the gate," he replied softly. Without another look back, he drew his sword and charged into the crevasse.
