Trap III

I’ve got something, Afansiv said.

Damonq stopped moving forward. He materialized beside him. The two barely fit in the narrow space.

Andor streamed past them. I’ll check out the rest of this passageway and come back.

Damonq concentrated on the fissure in the floor. It had been there for centuries. No monster had constructed it, but they could easily have taken advantage of it. Even though they were in darkness, with a mountain on top of them, a barrier between him and the sun, he still felt the burn as the sun began its first journey.

Let’s get this done. You ready?

In answer, Afanasiv waved his hand to open the crack. It widened a mere half inch. As it did, the entire boulder above and around them creaked and groaned. Dirt ran down the sides of the cavern to land on the floor. Damonq was already streaming through the crack, Afanasiv behind him.

They were used to traveling in complete darkness. They were used to tons of earth overhead. More, hunting vampires was what they were most co