The Duke stretched his senses to their limits, slowly moving along the edge of the stone wall, avoiding the three undead demons feeding on a mutated creature, and headed toward the nearest dead end.
Each movement was timed in the gaps when these undead demons turned, slipping behind one undead and into a nook along the stone wall.
His body, elementally transformed with the dark attribute, was almost completely integrated into the gray mist. Only when he brushed past the surface of the stone wall did the ancient runes faintly ripple with a dark sheen from the contact with energy of the same attribute, but the ripples quickly vanished, swallowed by the mist.
The groove of the cul-de-sac was shallower than he remembered, but sufficient for him to curl up inside.
He wedged his body entirely into the crevice of the stone wall, the dark attribute elemental black mist clinging to the rough surface so tightly that not a single contour was exposed.
