Chapter 79

Near the Valley of Death

In the afternoon, barefoot on the icy turf, Diana approached the black dense wilderness, filled with the uncertainty of what she had seen in her dreams when she took a nap by the little shaft, but also with the fear of what she saw last night at the underground tunnel, in fact, she was too confused about what happened back there, one moment, she was saving someone and the next, the man disappeared in her grip.

Her enthusiasm about what transpired which has been concealed since then but all at once comes bursting up from within her now. She wondered what truly happened back there. Who was that man?

Diana was in a state beyond mere apprehension. No word was sufficient for what she had sensed. Now she was at the dense shrouds, touching the gloomy cloud, so black, sleek, like a moonless night sky reflected in the sightless face of a shadow. She was practically as bewildered as she petrified, for it appeared to her that s