Page 175 of The Last Remaining Light

But when he looked at the network carved into that floor, some part of him had recognized it.

That frightened him. A lot.

The passage began sloping downward again, and Caelyn found himself slowing without meaning to. The sensation arrived suddenly, a force somewhere behind his ribs that pulled his attention toward a side corridor branching away from the main route.

He stopped walking, and the sensation disappeared.

This was the fourth time that had happened.

A branching tunnel. A sudden pull. The inexplicable conviction that if he followed it, he would find something waiting in the dark.

Each time, with great effort, he pushed himself to follow the group.

Ahead of him, the others continued. It was Elowynn who noticed his absence. She spun toward him, and the concern on her face appeared before she could hide it.

"Caelyn?"

He hated that expression on her face. The one that appeared whenever she worried something was happening to him. He didn't want to be the source of her anxieties.

"I'm fine,” came his usual reply, but the words sounded hollow even to him.

Elowynn crossed her arms, which almost made him smile.

"You keep saying that."

"One sun, it might even be true,” he said with a small smirk.

The response earned the smallest shake of her head before she approached him.

"What happened?" she asked.

Reluctantly, Caelyn pulled his gaze from her and glanced toward the side corridor. The darkness waiting there felt endless, but not threatening. It felt... expected. As though he'd been walking toward it his entire life.

"I felt something."

Elowynn followed his gaze. "The same thing you have been feeling?"

He nodded, his expression blank.

The others had begun returning now, their attention focusing on the exchange. Korvel, in particular, watched him carefully.

"What kind of something?" he asked.

Caelyn searched for words; the difficulty of it frustrated him. There was no explanation he could come up with that sounded accurate for what he was really feeling.

"It isn't a direction anymore,” he finally said.

Several in the group looked at one another.

"What does that even mean?" Alyra asked.

Caelyn rubbed a hand across his face. The exhaustion was catching up to him now, and the wounds beneath his bandages had begun throbbing again. He wanted to sit down. He wanted several bells of uninterrupted sleep. He wanted to stop feeling as though something beneath the world was slowly turning its attention toward him.

He looked back toward the corridor.

"It feels familiar,” he said again.

Elowynn stared at him. "As in... you have been here before?"