Chapter 182 (1): That Won’t Stump Him
Cathedral of Full Moon.
There were four cathedrals in the Church of Moonlight’s base, representing the waxing crescent, new moon, waning crescent, and full moon respectively. The moon phases corresponded to the different types of magic in the Book of Moon Shadow, as well as the departments in the Church of Moonlight.
Walking gingerly to the entrance of the cathedral, Wayne saw a ravaged ground. With no one to shield him, he popped his head out to look into the dark opening of the door.
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It was pitch dark inside with black mist rolling like tides, so quiet that one could hear a needle drop. The eerie atmosphere made it seem like a trap to lure a voluntary visitor in.
Usually, Wayne wouldn’t have taken the risk. Even if he was going to venture forth, he would’ve tossed two teammates inside to scout the place, confirming there was no danger before entering. But not today. The information he gleaned from Dorrin’s mind was too horrific. He had to go inside for justice if nothing else.
And he had to hurry, or Kristen would no longer be Kristen!
He walked up to the black mist and transformed his hand into tentacles to stir it. Cursing his bad luck, he strode through the black veil.
He found himself in the well-connected tunnels of what looked like a bunker. The rock corridors were dark, with only the occasional flickering fluorescent stones providing some luminescence. The air was smothering and smelled of decay. Walking along the corridor, he could only hear his own footsteps echoing.
He looked around with his senses extended. The tunnel changed in width, winding and twisting with no end in sight. The humid, dark environment was bugs’ favorite domain.
Suddenly, he frowned and hurried in a certain direction. He had ‘seen’ a spatial cut section. He couldn’t tell what was on the other side, though, since his senses detected only darkness.
The end of the corridor was a mirror. The Wayne in the reflection had pure black eyes and a face distorted into a chilling grin. He was even letting out repulsive, piercing laughter.