The darkness was calm and still. Damon had once again found himself right where he started or right where he ended, depending on how you looked at it.
After about two hours of studying the darkness, Damon had more or less figured out how to pass. It was tempting to try and jump over it, but there was another way.
He poked his head through the exit, gazing into the shadows and the shallow forms of the Murmur Worms. Either that or his imagination was playing tricks on him.
Damon glanced at the sides of the walls.
"Suppose I have no choice then."
There was only one way he could think of to move along the edges of the wall until he reached the other side.
Taking out two daggers, he stabbed them along the edge and began to climb. He paused, glancing down at the darkness as he imagined a Murmur Worm shooting out to grab him. The urge to gulp almost reached his throat as he remembered how that unfortunate wyvern had been utterly ripped to pieces by one of their kind.
