The ink-black darkness seemed to begin dissolving the instant Arty's spell came in contact with it, like a mist burned away by sunbeams. Predictably, 10 ft past where the darkness had begun, a yawning circular pit 10 ft in diameter lurked, waiting for those more brave than prudent. Up ahead, at the very edges of Artorius' darkvision, he could glimpse another turn, this time headed right. Unlike the intersections up until this point, however, the corners were rounded, curving, rather than the clean right angles of every other turn until now, almost like the hallway turned into more of a curved tunnel up ahead.<br/><br/>Artorius' pursuer was relentless, unflagging, having drawn yet nearer as the healslut quickly chanted, weaving his spell, but despite gaining ground, the sounds urging Artorius and his familiar forward didn't change, didn't signal that the pursuit was accelerating, at least, not yet, seemingly confident that it could catch up to him at its current pace.