CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The door slammed shut behind him with a thunderous crash. Aramis stood frozen in place, expecting an army of creatures to suddenly attack him. After what seemed like an eternity, he slowly let his guard down. As his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he realized that he was not in complete darkness as he had first thought.
The ceiling glowed with a faint light. It provided just enough illumination to see by. Aramis looked around and noticed that the walls and floor were crafted from dull bronze colored stones, all interconnected to one another. He estimated the distance between the walls to be about six feet—plenty of room to defend himself.
Keeping a tight grip on the hilt of his sword, he cautiously began to walk forward. He stopped immediately when he felt the stone under hi
