Passing through the forcibly opened church's giant door, the anticipated spacious and grand hall did not appear. Instead, there was a momentary but intense feeling of space distortion and weightlessness, as if stepping into a carefully laid trap.
A sudden darkness engulfed them, followed by an eerie unnatural light.
Lynch and the others found themselves in a completely unfamiliar environment, a boundless, seemingly endless colossal corridor.
The corridor's walls, floor, even the ceiling that seemed to reach no end, were constructed of a dark, light-absorbing black stone, inscribed with countless twisted, desecrated runes of ominous significance, emitting a faint, purple-black glow that provided illumination.
