Attack and Salvage (1)

The huge columns were exactly the same as those in Cyril's dream. The sides of the hallway were dark, with no light coming through. There was also the feeling that someone was standing in the middle of the darkness, watching. Then the voice that had just greeted Cyril in his own head. It was the same voice he had heard in the dream. 

The laughter of the disembodied voice boomed. He covered his ears in shock and annoyance. He was still trying to figure out who was talking in his head. 

"There's no way "he" never mentioned me!" 

He really wanted to know who the voice in his head was referring to. He racked his brain, forcing his mind to work so well that he realized who it was. The possessed bodies. All the demons who wanted to kill him and destroy the lord's palace and even his own home. 

"Why don't you show yourself!" He fumbled with the sword at his waist, gripping it tightly as if it were part of his own body.