Raziel went down the last steps to level 3.
The air down here was heavy.
Every breath filled his lungs with rust and dampness.
Four days ago, Celestine and her goons caught him here, the memory caused a phantom spasm in his side, where he still had bruises.
But the chaos on the surface gave him this window.
He reached the end of the hall.
The black iron door stood before him.
Three locks. Containment runes glowing, Raziel reached out and his fingers grazed the metal.
ZIZZZ!
A shock ran through his arm.
"Dammit," he hissed.
Celestine had changed the barrier frequency.
The parasite in his chest vibrated, the entity recognized the challenge.
Raziel closed his eyes and let the darkness flow into his hand.
He had to use the poison to open the wound.
"Come on... eat it," he muttered.
The shadows crawled over his fingers, black as tar, and filtered into the lock.
The metal rang, while the red runes flickered, fighting the invasion.
