The darkness felt like still water.
When Kieran entered through the middle entrance, he felt like he walked through a curtain of water that fell on his shoulder.
After walking forward for around ten steps, the light that appeared before his eyes freed his lack of vision.
With the light shedding some clues before his eyes, Kieran saw a straight path before him.
The place was made of ground stones. The ground and the wall had crude textures.
Torches as thick as a man's arms were placed on the iron holder on the wall. They were ten meters apart from each other and they lighted the path.
The fires on the torches were burning with oil, giving out small sparks from time to time with a distinguished noise.
However, the most concerning point was a forked path 50 meters from the entrance. Kieran quickly moved towards the forked path and after some minor examination, he squinted his eyes.
Black Hound? More like Black Meat