The light of Lifter’s unsheathed weapon seemed only to make the shadows come more alive. They writhed and churned, their awakening motion pulling them down the corridor towards the giant of rock and steel. It was a slow procession at first, at a speed of steps spaced far apart, but it built as the shadows approached towards the glow, quickly become walking speed.
The Professor, for all of his race’s natural ability with the dark, could see no deeper into the roiling maelstrom than any other, for the shadows seemed to swallow everything that went into their nature.
As the shadows grew, the air in the tunnel burned with a sudden cold, and breath misted in air once moist and warm, and strange images flickered upon the surface of the shadow, too tormented to be truly discernable.