Series: The Dark
- Into the Dark
- Sharing the Dark
- Traversing the Dark
- Piercing the Dark
- Comfort in the Dark
- Descending into the Dark
- Discernment in the Dark
- Wounded in the Dark
- Aid in the Dark
- Companions in the Dark
- Danger in the Dark
- Dance in the Dark
- Chase in the Dark
- Pathways in the Dark
- Wandering in the Dark
- Singing in the Dark
- Walking in the Dark
- Emerging from the Dark
Our blades flashed in the dark, sparks of light from our lanterns flickering off our weapons. The things were all around us, attacking from the sides, the floor, even the ceiling. We stood back-to-back and warded them off — one, two, sometimes even three at a time.
Until there were none left. Corpses lay all about us as we struggled to catch our breath. We had fought. We had won. But we had not escaped entirely unscathed ourselves. Such are the dangers of traveling these dark corridors.
We moved off a bit, choosing a side passage almost at random. We needed to leave the stench of death behind us and attend to our own wounds. We both resheathed our blades into our walking sticks, then sat, our backs to the tunnel wall.
I could see a long scratch along your left forearm. It was already growing dark with the venom of the thing that had caused it. I dug into my pack for a bezoar, but a familiar crunch from between your teeth told me you’d already pulled one out of your own. Of course you didn’t need my help.
