Chapter Thirteen:
With no accurate way to measure time, Morgan was at a loss for how long they had traveled underground. Her dully aching body led her to believe they had traveled a great many leagues, but even distance was difficult to measure. One stretch of the Labyrinth looked exceedingly like the next. Either wandering tunnels cut by hand or trails of improved pathways routed through natural caverns, in the faint green glow, there was a sameness to the rock. One day flowed into the next.
The craftsmanship in the stone masonry was evident. These paths had been made by an advanced people, concerned with the safety of travelers in an inhospitable environment. In places, the construction rivaled anything she’d seen in the empire. Someone or something maintained these well-worn tracks cu
