Dolemeck walked towards the large gaping hole that was behind the alter. Time could not have created such a hole, which lead to his worst fears being realized. They were beaten to the punch.
He gave a stern frown and jumped into the hole. There was not time to tell Derek what was going on. He had to try and catch up to whoever was down here first before calling Derek in.
As Dolemeck traveled down in the darken corridor beneath the chapel, his eyes glowed a soft green in the darkness, and his right gloved hand began feeling for where he should be going. His sword was tightly held in his left hand, prepared for anything.
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