Sebastian stood at the top of the stairs leading down to the darkened dungeon.
A place hidden from sight by never-ending darkness, and where those forsaken by the world were sealed away.
The chances that Rebecca might be down there, alive or dead, weighed on him.
After a moment's hesitation, Sebastian sent his illusion down the stairs. It would scout ahead, detecting any threats long before he followed.
Five minutes felt like an eternity as Sebastian waited in the shadows, listening for any signs the illusion had encountered danger.
Finally, deciding enough time had passed, the young man rushed down the stairs, two steps at a time.
As he descended, he illuminated the area with his torch.
The thick darkness enveloped everything the light couldn't reach. Yet he did not stop.
With each step, Sebastian sensed how the stairs carried on longer than expected.
