The corridor ahead was a dead end. Somewhere behind him, a wall had shifted, sealing off the path he'd come through. He was boxed in. The moss on the walls glowed a sickly, fading green.
Two figures stepped into the corridor's mouth, blocking his retreat. A swordswoman. A spearman. They'd been shadowing him for several turns now, ever since the chamber of pillars, waiting for the ground to turn against him. It finally had.
"Kane." The swordswoman's voice was flat. "You've been moving pretty fast. Almost like you know where you're going."
The spearman grinned. His knuckles were white on the haft of his spear. "Share the route. Or we take you out right here."
