At last, Mark could see a chamber of some sort in the distance. He let out his breath, relieved.
They had been walking in total darkness for quite a while now, wondering if the tunnel was endless after all. Several times Mark was tempted to turn around. But it could only mean one thing. That he was lying to the dark lord.
There was something stranger about this tunnel. Just when they thought they have reached the end of the path, they always rounded a corner and continued down another tunnel. This process had been repeated so many times that Mark finally lost track of their position in relation to the stairway that had led them down here. If he were to map out the entire tunnel on a sheet of paper, he was almost sure that it would look like a maze.