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In_Darkness_Dwells

... his head, but he looked around and spotted Sorine and Volker nearby. They were kneeling just as he had been, caught in a trance and sobbing. Volker had the end of his shotgun in his mouth, and Sorine held her sickle to her throat.

“Both of you, wake up!” Sam ran over to Volker, pulled the shotgun out of his hands, and pushed him over. He then grabbed what he hoped was a dirt clod and threw it at Sorine, hitting her in the face and knocking her on her side. The two were shaken from their dream, swinging from their arms at phantasms before fully coming to.

“What? Sam? What’s going on? Where are we?” Sorine asked,

“We’re still in the tunnel. We’ve arrived at the tree.”

They stared at the tree in horror, just as Sam had done, and mimicked his revulsion when they realized what they were sitting on.

“What the Hell was that? What did I just see?” Volker asked, looking at his trembling hands.

“I think the tree did that. It’s some kind of weapon or ability it uses to protect itself from attackers. If anyone gets too close, they fall into a trance and end up killing themselves.”

“Then how did you wake up?”

Sam pointed to his bleeding temple. “I tried to blow my brains out, but I think my hand must have jerked at the last second so the bullet just grazed me. First time I ever missed.”

“Talk about a lucky shot. This must be the cultists’ hidden temple, the chamber where they prepared for Rathodor’s arrival. They even made it big enough for all the ...

... branches.”

“Where’s the dynamite? We need to finish this!” Sorine said.

They split up, searching for their weapons and supplies. Whether they had wandered here during their trance or were delivered here by the demons, everything they carried had been scattered across the vast chamber. Moving around was difficult, as the ground was soft and uneven, and made entirely of dead bodies. Everywhere they stepped was upon either soft flesh or hard bone. Sorine struggled not to cry as she stumbled upon the remains of those she knew. Her friends and family were all in this room.

Being in the tree’s presence, they could feel its evil intent wearing down on their minds. It was the embodiment of horror, the incarnation of hatred for life. It existed to drown the world in blood and bring suffering and death to all of humanity. Each second, it was trying to worm its way into their consciousness and put them back under its spell, so it could add their bodies to its collection and feed on them.

Volker still had a can of lamp oil on him, so they made torches using human bones and shredded clothing. The light helped them search the area, with Sam finding a box of dynamite and a dozen scattered sticks from the second crate, and Sorine locating a few of their silver weapons. But, unfortunately, the blasting machine and the wire spool were missing.

“What do we do now? We don’t have enough cannon fuse to set these off and get to a safe distance,” said Volker.

“We didn’t come here to be safe. We ...