As soon as all four of them had stepped into the tunnel, the mosaic door closed behind, causing the light that filtered in from the Great Hall to rapidly diminish. Desperately, Torben looked around to see if there was a torch or candle he could grab—anything to light the way through the pitch darkness.
As the doors shut, the last ray of light bounced off one of the queen’s sapphire eyes, casting her final judgement upon the party before they were enveloped by blackness.
Torben felt as if he were utterly alone. He knew, however, that Antauros was right in front of him. If he stilled his increasingly panicked breathing, he would have been able to hear the minotaur’s breathing, his lungs working like blacksmith’s bellows. Instead, his ears filled with the thud-thud-thud of his own desperate
