The ambiance of the world is dark.
There is fog. A light taint of the wind. It is cloudy, and the darkness makes it fresh and terrible with its chill.
But Dare is fast approaching.
The darkness is pulling away like the warmth from a dying body.
There is stillness.
There is silence.
There is nothing.
And then...
The still ess breaks.
A certain point, in a certain place, within Malady's Garden...
The tress are sparce here and the world seems just a bit less dark.
Nero slowly opened his eyes with a groan.
He looked around.
Standing around in a circle around empty patch, trees with gnarled branches hunched behind them, everyone seemed to being good shape.
Nero glanced around and immediately felt the tension in the air. There was a heavy scent of blood.
Although that would have been cause for concern at any time, in this case, it filled him with joy.
'We made it!'
They had escaped form the "maze".
