The opening doors caused an immediate response to Madden, who screwed his face up, cringing in pain. He took a step back.
“What have you done?”
“Sanctified the corridor. It is anathema to hell spawn. You could see it as a mystic barrier for what it is worth. Consider how you react to holy texts. They burn you. Imagine passing through a hallway built entirely from bibles.”
“I need to go through,” he insisted. “Whatever is inside of me will just have to suffer.” Madden took Eva’s hand. “Help me.”
She nodded, and kept pace as he ran to the doors. The hallway was no longer than four or five yards long, but as they passed through the roughly hewn rock, a high-pitched squealing began to pierce the silence. Eva turned to Madden, pulling him on, and realised the noise was coming from him, but
