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Even though her wound healed, she still lost quite a bit of blood, causing her to hang on the borders of conciseness. When they began to move, she mumbled to Strider, "No... Wait... Do not... Leave him... Take him... With us... P-please..." Using the last bit of her energy making this plea to him, she passed out, head falling onto his shoulder.

Strider wasn't able to carry two people unfortunately and was glad the two new companions got him. He felt the evil presence stop and had guessed he was waiting. Strider decided he would try to trick the persuers. He was going deep into the catacombs. He knew of two well known ways out. The priest's exit and the front gate but there was another way out. Very dark, very secret, and very dangerous. There was a tunnel that was in the catacombs that not even the wraithes and liches go to. In older days they came to fear it and therefore forgot it existed as time grew on. Now few remembered it. Those who do don't dare to use it. For in this tunnel slept a hungering darkness. None know what it is because all those who did were killed by it. Strider saw it as their only way. They were carrying wounded and a fight would be disasterous. He had to take the chance. "I don't ask you to follow me to where I am going. It is an old and very dangerous way out. Though there is an old priests exit on the next left that is not the way I am going. I am going into the Deamrit Maze. A maze of tunnels and bends. I don't suggest you go through there with a small child." Strider had called back to the panther.

Strider suddenly realized it was dark. His shades gave him the ability to see clearly in the dark. He drew out his twin wolf staff and tapped it on the ground loudly making the small red crystal the wolf's were holding light up. He cursed himself. He had not wished to make any noise. Strider began to go in the direction he knew led to the Deamrit Maze. Straight ahead. "I warn you though, the evil inside this maze is such a fearsome creature that even the dead fear it's power. I have never gone this way but i was able to procure a map some millenia ago when it was built. It was made to keep those trying to follow the escape of the king from following. It was meant as an escape for the royal family and priests. I do not know what the creature living there is but the people said that it was just there one day after a great siege of the city."

Somewhere deep in the maze the echo of the tapping of Strider's staff was heard and something darker then the blackness stirred. It knew food was coming and it slinked off to play.

Noreen glared at the obnoxious demigod before looking over his shoulder at the slab of onyx. Distracted? What did...? Suddenly, a thrill of power and slight excitement ran down her spine, causing her to shiver. She heard of that creature existing, but never has she come into contact with it, nor ever felt its power... Now she knew why this creature was a danger, even to great and powerful gods like her master. Head hanging low, a chuckle began to bubble in her chest. That chuckle grew as time dragged on until she had her head thrown back, laughing maniacally. "They're doomed!" She shouted gleefully. "Even if they manage to escape that creature's clutches, we'll find them and finish them! Hahahahaha!!!" With that, she grabbed Skolloier's hand and ran down into the land of the dead, still giggling slightly.

Skollozeir ran behind Noreen, one hand held by her and the other holding the rock. He was a little confused, his mind trying to make sense of jumbled thoughts. But, after a few minutes, he decided that it was better to go along with it. The slab cooled down to it's former iciness, as if reassuring him. He smiled crazily, his unsureness gone in an instant. Then he laughed like Noreen had before, though his lasted far longer than hers, as was customary.

A god? Oliver thought as the man explained. He opened his mouth to say something but was shushed and went silent. A few seconds later, he heard him gasp and then his ears rang from the noise that followed. He was dazed and leaned against Gue, his heightened sense of hearing briefly incapacitated. The panther had far better hearing than the boy's, and though he should have been stunned too, the sight of a monstrous hybrid beast appearing out of nowhere made him fear for his young charge. Turning, he darted after the man holding the woman, forcefully nudging Oliver back onto his back to sit on the still unconscious man. Oliver shook his head to clear the ringing out of his ears and held tightly to the other passenger on Gue. Suddenly, he went stiff. "Take the next left, there's an opening up ahead in the wall!" He yelled out, and Gue saw a small crack with enough space for them to slide through, and hopefully not for the rushing creature behind them.

A pair of blood red eyes opened before looking up around the owners surroundings. The man, a vampire, saw the dark interior of the dreaded Deamrit Maze. None who entered here returned alive. He's been in that cell long enough to know that. He's also been in there long enough to what resides in the maze. Slowly lifting his body from the panthers back, he whispered hoarsely, "It knows..."

"Not much further. It sleeps at the center of the maze. It is there that the real horror of the winding maze begins." Strider felt uneasy. He felt like something was watching them. "I feel uneasy. We must go a bit faster. Come." Strider quickened his pace.

Oliver felt Gue's muscles tighten under his hand and the panther held back a roar. "If one of us separated from the group, would it come after them instead of the others?" He asked, and Gue sped up a little to keep an even pace. "How many are there, in the group? I know there's me and Gue, then two or three others, but I can't tell with all the echos bouncing around." He asked, to anyone in particular.