The chasm rumbled to open its maw wider, and in that moment of unexpected panic as everyone scrambled to save their own hides, the lines between reality and nightmare blurred for Noven.
Old Cid was first to fall. The cook had no time to check and see if the others had as well; he was too busy trying to keep up with Eleaz's persistent tug. Eventually the kid let go, slipping from his line of sight as the two of them scampered off in opposite directions. Long after the chasm had settled once more, Nov stood there staring at the black rend in the earth, trying to decide if he was still dreaming or not. He'd never seen anything so pitch-dark and unexplainable in his life, save maybe the ink black depths of Chai's exotic eyes.
But the doctor's gaze wasn't nearly as foreboding as the darkness he now peered into. For some reason, thinking of her gave Nov second thoughts about climbing down into what was, for all they knew, the mouth of hell. He watched as One Eye's head and shoulders disappeared beneath the crack, then the others as well, one by one, until only he and Clam Girl were left.
Even Eleazar had decided to follow, choosing not to use the rope and climb down from the ledge instead. Noven barely had time to mentally chastise his friend before the scrawny lad lost his grip along the way and fell screaming to the bottom. "Eleaz!" Nov called out in alarm as he craned his neck to see if the kid was dead already. "Petch, not two ticks in..."
He glanced up at Clam Girl as he gripped the rope and started making his way down. "I'll go first, Nellie. If you're daft enough like the rest of us to come, I'll give you a shout when I've reached the bottom and you can use the rope after. That way one of us might be able to catch you if you fall, like we weren't able to do for the stupid sod down there who just nearly killed himself. " Nov tugged on the rope one more time to make sure it was secure, then grinned up at Nellie in what he hoped was a look of reassurance, rather than the almost painful nervousness now wracking his body.
"See you in hell." And down he went without further ado.
As Noven lowered himself length by length, he took slow, steady breaths, refusing to look down. He wasn't great with heights to begin with and the still-healing wound across his stomach did him no favors either. But Kechaiya's reinforced stitches held, minor aches and pains aside, and he ran out of rope sooner than he'd thought. There was a tick's worth of hesitation, then Nov let go and landed on the ground with a grunt. He hit the bottom boots first, the impact jarring his knees a bit, but otherwise had made it undamaged.
"Alright, Nellie," he called upwards as he unwound the rope from his hands. "You can come down now."
The cook took a brief moment to check on the others. Everyone seemed fine, barring the injured old man and slightly banged up thief. One Eye's lantern light only reached so far inside the pit, but Nov felt grateful the blonde had been so prepared. He watched the fire flicker every now and then, making the light dance along the walls, before he returned his attentions to any signs of their final member's descent.