Zug leads us into a fat, circular, near-black corridor that seems to lengthen the longer we walk. At first, our steps echo. Then, they do not. We walk until we spot what appears to be the ruins of some ancient temple far off in the distance. A loud scream from afar bounces off the walls of my mind, the sounds of some solemn sacrifice splitting a slim slit in my soul, the cries of those shedding their mortality slithering through the hole.
Zug leads us into a fat, circular, near-black corridor that seems to lengthen the longer we walk. At first, our steps echo. Then, they do not. We walk until we spot what appears to be the ruins of some ancient temple far off in the distance. A loud scream from afar bounces off the walls of my mind, the sounds of some solemn sacrifice splitting a slim slit in my soul, the cries of those shedding their mortality slithering through the hole.
“I fear I will not be here when you awaken,” Zug says. His voice reaches me as if pushed through a tube underwater. “Shall we meet back here in a week?” We agree. As if called into being through our unified decision, the inhuman cold finally evaporates right as it reaches consciousness, and the mist — caused by condensation? — goes along with it. The temple reveals itself as a simple staircase, wide and white and gleaming. No more and no less. “Go left,” Zug instructs us, a strange urgency in his voice. Then he turns and disappears back down the corridor. But before he goes, he whispers something.
“I fear I will not be here when you awaken,” Zug says. His voice reaches me as if pushed through a tube underwater. “Shall we meet back here in a week?” We agree. As if called into being through our unified decision, the inhuman cold finally evaporates right as it reaches consciousness, and the mist — caused by condensation? — goes along with it. The temple reveals itself as a simple staircase, wide and white and gleaming. No more and no less. “Go left,” Zug instructs us, a strange urgency in his voice. Then he turns and disappears back down the corridor. But before he goes, he whispers something.
“Shotgun,” Nera screams at the top of the stairs before darting towards the closest open door on the left. I hear Cypress yell after her, something about all the rooms being the same, but it sounds far away. I look down. I shake my head.
“Shotgun,” Nera screams at the top of the stairs before darting towards the closest open door on the left. I hear Cypress yell after her, something about all the rooms being the same, but it sounds far away. I look down. I shake my head.
I glimpse to the right and