He was alone,--with the Darkness and the Terror.

The vapour rolled sullenly away; the form of the plumed fire was again dimly visible, and its struggling and perturbed reflection again shed a glow over the horrors of the path.

Glyndon recovered himself, and sped onward.

Below, he heard the voice of Mervale calling on him, though he no longer saw his form.

The sound served as a guide.