Kai looked into the chasm's mouth. It held darkness, as if containing the stale air of millennia. The descent before them was carved out of layered stone, gnarled by time and roots that shouldn't have reached so deep. A faint blue glow pulsed from somewhere below, dim and eerie, as if the world itself was still alive down there…
Behind him, the high-pitched screech of a demon rang out from the distant ruins.
"And you're sure they won't follow us?" Kai asked, eyes not leaving the void ahead.
Seyren stood beside him, quiet for a moment. Then:
"Into the Underdark? Only the upper-ranked demons would bother… and over me? Probably not." His voice was calm, but Kai noticed the man's hand was on his dagger. Just in case.
Kai frowned. "And for a necromancer, a chronomancer, and an undead lich with ties to this world?"
Seyren gave a low, humorless laugh.
