I need to get moving – they’ll be waiting for me, he thought, considering whether or not he needed to take his pack with him. He looked at the bound manuscript on the centre of the table, unsure whether or not to take it with him. He rapidly came to the conclusion that it was already in one the safest locations known to mankind and the sooner he could get back the better.
Conchos climbed the steps to the entrance and looked back one last time at the glimmering light from the four burning fires that lit the stage. The Book of Judas glimmered in the centre of the sacred, satanic altar table. Pleased with his work, he turned, and holding the torch out in front of him, he started jogging his way back out of the labyrinth.
Knowing what to expect as he turned the one hundred and eighty degree
