The three of them quietly walked down the long, dark corridor. Dane was in the lead with his dagger poised at the ready. Remi stood in the middle, the whip curled around his arm, looking completely relaxed even though his eyes held a nervous light in them.
Demian kept his eyes on Remi while also focusing his attention on the space behind them, keeping an ear out for any intruders or the knights that were supposed to be coming.
He bit his inner cheek, keeping a sigh in. This would be much easier without his restrictions. Demian just hoped that nothing would happen that would require him to remove his earring.
The corridor gradually sloped downwards, heading farther underground. Lights slowly started to flicker on, illuminating the dark path with an orange glow. The lights had come from Remi by combining his fire element with a spell designed to create lights.
Twenty minutes passed by, and there seemed to be no end to this ominous hallway.
