Vladan Lehr groaned as life sparked in his too-slowly beating heart.
The darkness drew around him, it seemed to leak into him, or rather, he deepened it somehow. His sword, charred as it was, warmed the air around Vladan as he drew himself up onto his haunches. His eyes could see but a meter, as good as they were, the darkness was simply too thick, seeming as if it had a will of its own, unnaturally cutting off his vision.nnSomething called to him in that pitch, a whisper in his soul, as if it knew where to go. He could not figure out whether the call came from within, or without, but he started towards it.
Feeling his way in the darkness, he touched the contours of the space around him. Cool metal, notches in the wall, possibly some sort of freeze, but he could not work out of what, and he didn’t stay long enough to find out. The pull of his soul would occasionally direct him to the left or right, as the walls around him turned or curved in different directions. It seemed to him a he moved he got closer but he had no way of knowing, and he had lost track of where he was some time ago, it seemed like he had been travelling for a long time.
Suddenly, something could be heard in the distance, as if it were around a dozen corners. His sword grew hungry in his hand, warming with an eldritch desire to claim something. Vladan knew that sound, as he had heard it hundreds, thousands, of times before.