After hours of walking, we still found ourselves trapped in the darkness. It was unnatural. I mean it had to be right? No matter how much I commanded the flame above my hand to expand, it could not break through and illuminate the area.
We were not allowed more than a few feet of sight within this pitch.
Despite this, I knew we were making progress because at some point the rocky ground at our feet began to tilt forward at a decline.
This could only mean we were going down, lower and lower into the earth of the third floor.
Even with this information, it was still maddening to be without proper vision. At some point during the trek Ventus had placed her hand on my shoulder just so that we would not separate.
Continuing in this fashion, thousands of thoughts broke through my head.
Where are the beasts of the underground?
Are we going to get ambushed?
When will we finally be out of this cursed darkness?
Do we have enough space to do battle here?