The sourceless lighting of Philosophy Corridor was just enough for one to see, the way a dim lamp might light up a small room, but magnified a thousandfold. In comparison, the electronic brightness that bore into Mir's pupils as he stepped across the grey doorway at the end of the tunnel he had been led to, was painfully artificial, albeit providing a much better mode of vision.
Blinking hard, he adjusted to the brightness and realized that he was now back in the same chamber of numerous doors, the official entrance to the taboo zone that surrounded Philosophy Corridor. Unlike before, it was now packed to the brim with men in military uniform, definitely sent by the local government to keep an eye on what the Church was doing with this expanding sacred ground.
