Aramis had tried to use the tattoo to escape his cell shortly after being thrown into it, but nothing had happened. Other than his ability to run faster, he hadn’t discovered any other powers from the mark.
He placed his fingers on the tattoo and closed his eyes, willing the tattoo to bless him with sight in the dark. Not sure if it worked or not, he opened his eyes and gasped slightly. It had worked! Somewhat, at least. He couldn’t see perfectly, but he could see vague shapes.
The bed, the outline of the stones of the floor and walls, and the egg-shaped item that was moving. He squinted his eyes and leaned forward.
Suddenly a phiebus leaped at him. He shouted in surprise and scrambled back. The creature was quick and leaped on him, scratching and biting. Aramis used his hands to shield
