Several disappearances and unexplained events have been registered shorty after the commercialization of an ancient statue linked to some legends from a mysterious place called "Reich der Finsternis" in eastern Germany, there is no know route leadin...
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Illusion or reality? – PART 2
After Friedrich Holzmann's final words, the lights vanished, leaving Liz in a bleak, black corridor. She could hear the labored breathing of beings afflicted by the power of dark blood. Among them, some wept softly, their sounds mingling with a mocking laughter that grew louder, punctuated by flashes of scarlet eyes glowing in the dense darkness. Panic and despair seized her; She pressed her eyes shut, covering her ears, desperately trying to shield herself from the terrors in her mind. Yet, even in her own fear, she found herself meeting Günther's eyes again. She knew escape was pointless; he pursued her even within her own thoughts.
"Thus," the man with elegant demeanor began, one hand in his pocket, the other gesturing with calm intensity, "those of us blessed with divine enlightenment can transcend the limits imposed by the space-time of the physical world. That, Miss Sharrow, is the source of your visions—a manifestation of the empirical, reproductions of what already resides within you. Our minds are interlinked, a shared consciousness in an alternate reality of our own making. Dreams, nightmares... they are no less real than our senses tell us; they are merely a new understanding of what we label as 'reality.'"
"No..." Liz whimpered, clutching her forehead as if it would keep her head from splitting apart.
"This connection lets us grasp the unique workings of the human mind, its... feelings," Günther continued, stepping closer in the desolate blackness.
Liz made no move to pull back, her body frozen. The man pointed to something behind her. Turning, she saw Chris, wearing his formal German police uniform, embracing a blonde woman with her hair in a ponytail, also in uniform. The scene shifted, revealing a room filled with German officers, all smiling as they watched the couple.
"I've waited so long for this," He said, smiling at the woman as he pulled a small box from his pocket, revealing a ring. Liz noticed its resemblance to the ring he'd given her, though the gemstone was different. "Lena," he said, his voice steady, "I want you to be my wife."
The woman—Lena—smiled, a tear slipping down her cheek as she kissed Chris. The other officers applauded; it was their engagement celebration. But suddenly, a peculiar sound broke through the joy—a concealed alarm hidden in one of the briefcases. The noise grew louder, alerting the officers to a deadly threat: someone had planted a bomb.
Panic spread instantly. Officers rushed to evacuate, Lena clutching her fiancé's hand as they bolted toward the exit, but it was too late. An explosion consumed the room. The scene abruptly shifted to the rescue teams combing through the rubble, pulling bodies from the debris. In one corner, Liz saw a wounded Chris weeping over Lena's lifeless body.
Abruptly, the setting shifted again. Now Chris appeared in one of the churches of Reich der Finsternis, deep in the forest, its walls adorned with dark Renaissance art and carved oak decorations. The agent recognized the marble beds where bodies were subjected to bloody rituals. Only the Holzmann family pentagram and bloodstains marked the spot now.
