Chapter Forty-ThreeThe second line of defense came when we rounded a corner and entered another small chamber. A second patch of absolute darkness blocked the path ahead, but this time the light surrounding our group stayed steady, though Diggy held on to the penlight.
We paused, semi-prepared, and I sensed when Zantry sent his awareness ahead. I tried to do the same, aware of how wrong it was, its existence not just a mere absence of light, but the product of evil, an absolution of all things bright.
I could tell it was sentient, that it assessed us the same way we assessed it. Diggy clicked his penlight, and the thin stream seemed feeble, stopping at the edges, not penetrating for an inch.
“What is it?” I whispered, afraid to speak any louder.
“Dimensional pocket,” Zantry replied, vo
