Chameleon's Maze - 9
Walking through the underground maze in darkness, I made sure not to step on anything that triggers traps for obvious reasons.
Others did the same. I haven't said a word since I came down here because of what I said earlier. If they want to follow, they can, or do whatever they want, just not interfere or blame me.
It's been an hour or so, deflecting traps and illusions, and it's about time I see the exit somewhere here.
"Ugh," Erik grunted. I turned around to see him fall on his face straight like a log.
"What happened?" Aron raised his voice a bit.
I pushed mana into my eyes and focused on the floor. There was a thin greenish vine coming out of the cobblestone, near Erik's foot.
I stepped back and came near him, a small ember sent on the vine as I saw it wriggle and squirm in pain. It's a sleeping vine—a basic trap.