Chapter 22

As if responding to his curiosity, the sound grew louder, closer. Still, Glen couldn’t see or feel anything. At first it sounded like white noise or crackling static. As it came nearer it roared softly like wildfire or waves crashing against a cliff. When it was close enough that Glen could make out the clashing of swords and voices shouting and crying out in agony, then he became aware of himself, but only because the fear was a palpable thing spreading out into unseen extremities. Then came the heat and the smell, like burning hair and flesh and something rotten. The voices coalesced into a bestial shriek that hit Glen like a wave of thunder. He found he had eyes, but when he opened them he wished he didn’t.

Aiden, save me!