Chapter 47 The Risk We Take
- The door yawned open like the mouth of a beast wide, dark, and unforgiving. A cold breeze spilled out from it, carrying the faint scent of metal and something else. Something sour.
- The hallway beyond was pitch black. No glowing lines on the walls. No soft ambient lighting like before. Just void.
- Benji hesitated at the threshold. “What kind of door opens into pure darkness?