Behind the door at the end of the staircase was a vast, dark space which, based on initial estimates, spanned at least two thousand square meters. The light from the stairs cast through the kicked open door, but it was only enough to illuminate a small area by the entrance, shrouding the rest of the room in darkness.
"Endless darkness cannot protect you." Muir strummed his harp, talking with the rhythm of a song: "Three of you, your breaths betray your presence, like candles seen in the middle of the night."
"You've miscounted; it's four of us." The last to enter, Pannis, climbed the final steps and joined the others inside: "No, no, I was wrong too. It's actually five of us. You two at the back may have hidden your breathing and heartbeats, but the flow of your blood cannot be stopped by any means. I'm curious, how does your blood circulate without a heartbeat?"
