Damien's POV
The air was thick with an otherworldly tension as finally the ground stilled beneath us.
Abigail had clutched the relic in her hands, the pulsating darkness now a barely noticeable shimmer; yet that last surge of energy left its signature, a path, like a scar cut in the earth, deeper into the Shadowlands.
We were huddled in a circle around him, each of us beaten and battered, yet still standing.
It was a short-lived relief, though. That pulse hadn't been a parting blow from the spirits; it was a summons.
Damien, look," Abigail said in a whisper, nodding into the way, as if her voice was going to shake from fear and determination.
I moved my head in the direction of her, nodding, and there it was-a slit in the ground that led down to a chamber beneath the surface.
Fain
