Chapter 21: The law of God exact he shall fulfill[.] – XII, 402
It comes back to him in flashes:
The tunnels, but he’s completely alone this time. His hand is definitely clasped tightly around something – something heavy – but he cannot hear or see a thing.
Regardless, he pushes on, relentlessly dragging whatever he’s clinging to deeper and deeper into the impenetrable dark.
Then, he’s in the factory, the darkness from the tunnel gone. Behind him, he can see the outer doors ajar again, but the light spilling through them isn’t sunshine. It’s a deep, deadly, undulating red.
Every time that awful light pulses, it seems to bear down on him – pushing him further and further away from it and towards the very back of the factory.
Towards the door where Curtis––
“Rhys!”
Momentarily distracted, his head snaps around at the sound of his name.
It’s then that he realizes his hand is now empty, the dead weight from before gone. He regrets his poor choice of words instantly.
The voice…