Distorted Face
Vincent discovered that the power source of the entity controlling the statues was situated even farther than he had initially anticipated.
Luckily, he ran at such a fast speed that it hardly posed any inconvenience. The wind whistled past his ears, his surroundings becoming a mere blur of indistinct shapes and fleeting glimpses. The sheer velocity of his dashed created a rushing sensation, akin to hurtling through a vortex of speed.
He followed the trail of purple evil energy, navigating the hallway and passing a staircase that descended into the basement. Continuing his hunt, he eventually reached a dead end, finding nothing but a solid wall before him.
"I can sense an immense negative energy emanating from behind this wall." He knocked his knuckles against its surface, confirming the empty space behind it. Clenching his fist, he executed a simple punch, destroying the wall in front of him.
Bang!