Daru was certain that there was something in there.
Yet, he still felt nothing as he gazed into the dark corridor — his heart was totally relaxed.
It was as though the ruined path was beckoning.
'Come…' it whispered directly to his mind, softly.
Daru took a deep breath.
To his bewilderment, the unease returned, and a sudden burst before fading again.
Slowly, until it disappeared completely.
Absolute relaxation.
Daru finally realized what was going on, forcefully tearing his gaze away, and carefully heading over to the huge rubble to the right.
He made sure to stay as quiet as possible.
What he initially felt didn't change, and he sincerely did not want to meet the spawn.
Strangely, his usual passion for combat was gone, snuffed out by the offbeat world.
Barely making it on time, Daru peered from behind the rubble.
The echoes of the footsteps grew louder and louder, and louder still, until finally, a ghastly figure emerged from the dark corridor.
