The sound of Pelmon's screams and the dripping of Vashti's blood to the floor haunted Samuel's very being. The whole necropolis' moon was now getting closer and closer to each other like to orbs of lights meeting in the very middle of the whole space. The door had now opened—but Samuel could see nothing but light beyond it.
If he was being fully honest to himself, Samuel would want to go inside where it is safe (assuming it was INDEED safe). His electric-blue eyes darted towards the opened doors. One step and he would be out of harm's way Another step would take him home.
All he had to do was to enter the opened doors.
