When Karstly looked over his shoulder too, he found that Samuel was gone. Not only from eyesight, but from all senses. There was no man there, other than Blackwell himself, who seemed to have retained his footing, and even he was floundering, splashing around in that endless swamp that they were so sure that they had all crossed through.
"Who will defeat who?" Tiberius asked, that horrible, cruel smile. With the cut on his face running so deep that the teeth could be seen through his lip beneath. It seemed as if there was a second creature underneath, trying to push away the mask of human skin, to allow that monster to come truly out.