332 Meeting Inside The Phantom Sanctuary

When Jake's vision stabilized again, he was at the entrance of a dark corridor devoid of any ornament or indication. The walls, like the floor and ceiling, were made of the same material, a smooth rock reminiscent of granite texture, but incomparably sturdier.

The corridor was not wide, about twice its shoulder width. Chances were that an alien like Hakkrasha would find it difficult to move around in such a narrow environment. Spontaneously, Jake spread his arms and placed his hands against the two wall surfaces to his right and left.

The first thing he noticed was the lukewarm temperature of the walls and the barely perceptible vibration passing through them, emitting a thud that sounded like a whisper. A warm temperature for Jake was probably pretty damn uncomfortable for most of the participants.