Eva stepped with care over a pile of bricks as the five of them made their way through the crypt underneath the castle. High brick-vaulted arches rose above them, festooned with thick black electricity cables that fed the lighting this far underground. Dampness permeated the air and left a musty taste clinging to the back of Eva’s throat.
“We always end up in cellars or crypts, it seems,” she observed, placing her hand on the wall only for the stone beneath to crumble. It was clear why there was wreckage everywhere. These foundations were not solid.
“We deal in death,” Swanson said from in front of her, tripping as he turned to look back. “ARC might not be on the surface an organization of such limited vision, but look at our ultimate objective. Demons are the reason Jerome Guyomard foun
