Kapitel 84: Chapter 12

The interior proved dark. Desmond held up his hand, and a ball of light formed and hovered in his palm. The shadows scattered, as did the rodents, who scurried off with their pink tails dragging behind them. The inside of the hut didn't appear any better than the exterior. The pungent aroma of urine filled the nose, as did the stench of rotting carcasses.

There was a broken chair in one corner, tilting drunkenly on three legs. A pile of branches and leaves in another.

"Where is the portal?" Titus queried.

"Below us." Desmond knelt and gripped a hole in a floorboard, the tug activating a hinge that raised a whole jagged section. A waft of warm air, hinting once more of brimstone, wafted up from below. Stairs, hewn of stone, descended into pitch blackness.

"Of course, they keep it in the cellar," Titus grumbled.

"Complaining again, leech?" Desmond taunted.

"I smell dead things," Logan remarked.