With every step Sam took, the stone lamps hanging on either side of the corridor lit up like crimson flames, casting eerie shadows and revealing the long path ahead.
"This place is so ancient, yet it looks as if it was made yesterday," Isabelle remarked, glancing back occasionally as if she sensed someone following them.
"This place is imbued with magic to keep it from deteriorating or even gathering dust. Even if another thousand years were to pass, it would remain as pristine as it is today," Sam replied.
He alone could see the souls creeping in every corner.
Sam didn't want to unsettle the girls by revealing that dozens of souls still surrounding them so close them, silently observing with dark, featureless faces hidden beneath shadowy, black clothing.
What Sam found so unsettling was that, even though he could see the souls, he couldn't distinguish between them.
