Aren walked through the hallway, the lights on the walls flickering from left to right as if performing some kind of dance.
"Hungry… hungry… hungry," he muttered while glancing around.
Paintings lined the walls at intervals, some depicting angels with their faces covered, others showing powerful figures that seemed to ooze authority and strength.
Rumble.
His stomach growled again.
"Arghhh, I'm really hungry," he groaned.
Suddenly, the lights flickered far more violently than before. A cold wind brushed against his skin, sending a chill down his spine.
He sensed it instantly.
A presence.
Aren looked up and spotted a figure standing within the darkness ahead. His eyes widened, and he immediately shifted into a combat stance as the figure approached.
