The descent was endless.
The tar-dark cocoon bound the three together, dragging them down like a stone through a bottomless ocean. Wind screamed around them, howls echoing from every side as beasts scraped against the walls, clawing their way upward in frenzied pursuit of the holy light that Emeros had flung. The walls of the chasm were alive, pulsing with veins of black-red ichor that wept as if the wound of Sin bled into reality. The cavern walls did not feel like stone, but rather like flesh stretched taut, oozing with pus and blood, twitching each time a beast raked across it.
Monsters of numerous forms continued to rush out of the sin hole. They were carried not by gravity, but as if flung forward by the will of the abyss itself. Their wings beat, their claws scrabbled against slick walls, and their roars mingled with the shrieking air. But all ignored the three, for their focus was locked on the ball of light, the holy lure drifting upward through Eden's skies.
