The path ahead was unnervingly quiet, lined with rows of Twilight Acolytes standing like statues. Ryan knew at once that he was close to his objective.
The corridor stretched on, its far end lost in shadow, but some instinct urged him forward. Before stepping in, he cast a glance back, mapping his route in his mind. The layout clicked into place—this passage ran exactly in line with the metal door he had entered through. Whichever direction he had chosen earlier, the path would have funneled him here in equal time.
The passage itself was broad, close to twenty yards across. If he kept to the center, he could remain safely out of reach of the patrolling Acolytes. His only real danger was an accidental stumble, brushing too close and triggering an immediate attack.
