The next trial was truth. Damon was counting on Lazarak to pass this one. After a handful of preparations, they set off.
Lazarak remained in the form of a toddler, puffing himself up and acting pretentious in a desperate attempt to save face.
Ghost came next, his body possessed by Damon's astral form.
For protection, Damon kept Matia close. She was far stronger than Ghost, and frankly he needed her beside him far more than he needed her guarding his true body in the deeper level.
They climbed the familiar stairs and reached the floor with the murmur worms.
Lazarak walked with soft, short steps, his tiny legs carrying him to the edge of the worm-infested chasm. The darkness below pulsed faintly.
Damon folded his arms, curious about how Lazarak intended to cross. He remembered almost becoming worm food here. Luckily for him, he was not someone who died easily.
Lazarak put on a thoughtful expression, as if he were completely in control. Darkness swelled around him.
