The laughter from the darkness did not deter Damon, nor did the bone-chilling fear that threatened to engulf him, freezing his limbs in place.
Damon was not even in his own body. This was Ghost's body. It might have been weaker, but it was still the body of a shadow, and Ghost was no weakling.
Originally, Ghost had been an elite assassin in the service of the Elf King, Kadelas Moonveil.
That was, until Damon killed him and turned him into a shadow.
Damon trudged through the dark passage as creatures slithered around him. He could see some of them lurking close; after all, what kind of shadow could not see in the dark?
An unusual imp-like creature peeked from the exit of the passageway, its face covered in warts and its skin rough like a toad's.
Damon's footsteps did not falter. He did his best to ignore any creature that did not attack him. That was a rule he remembered from the Duhu Mountains: if you see something, no you didn't.
