The handsome man, Emmitt Cantin, endured the crushing weakness of his rebuilt body, turned into a dim ray of light, and sped toward a hidden valley in the southeast.
Under the moonlight his figure was no longer graceful. Instead he looked flustered, robes ragged, like a shadow of his former self.
He slipped through layers of primeval jungle choked with strange fog and crossed swamps where unseen things stirred beneath the water. At last he reached his destination.
Dense vines and jagged stalagmites sealed the valleyโs entrance. Anyone unfamiliar with the path would never find it.
Emmitt raised a trembling hand, murmuring an obscure incantation. A spark of light flickered at his fingertip and leapt into the air.
Ripples spread outward. The vines and stalagmites twisted like phantoms and vanished, revealing a narrow cave mouth barely wide enough for one person.
Inside, the stone walls were inlaid with odd gems that glowed softly, lighting the downward path.