The moment they crossed the mouth of the cave, the rain subsided to a slow drip as gradually, the noise died out.
Holding his sword low, Devyyn took the lead. The aim was to stay alive and he was going to try as much as possible to do so.
Behind him, the young soldier with a spear strucl a flint as he kept trying to bring a sputtering torch to life. Luck soon shone on him as the pale yellow light of the torch hit the wall of the tunnel, casting jumpy shadows over the squad.
Devvyn glanced over his shoulders. Staring back at him were five pairs of eyes watching him.