It almost felt like the room was choking. Each breath now had consequence, was weight. Previously dependable walls creaked and rattled, while some unseen power roared beneath them. Once again, the quake rocked their world and one after another, they felt the quaking shoot up through their bodies. Lucian's body had stiffened, his muscles bracing as he struggled to concentrate.
His heart raced in his chest as he glared into the dark figure. The figure of the one they all thought dead — passed with time and memories — was suddenly and fully alive. It was a face that haunted Lucian's brain, a face that should have been nothing more than a nightmare, a distant memory. But there it had been, grinning back at them, an improbable grin across its tormented face.
