|t was already dusk and Amaro was dozing off to one of Spectulus' rambling monologues about the decline of scientific research when the second vision crept into his thoughts like a stealthy predator. The voice of his friend faded away. A deafening silence reigned for a few moments. Amaro almost felt at ease when all of a sudden he heard his own voice in his ears while foggy images slowly seeped into his mind and kept replaying before his eyes.|
The seven abodes of torment. So many obstacles in our way. Hordes of sinister creatures. Riddles. Enigmas. The merciless guards. They are waiting to rejoice in a flood of death.
Then the hazy images became crystal clear and his voice grew desperate.
"They need to think fourth-dimensionally!!!" Spectulus had worked himself into frenzy with his tirade and slammed his fists on a table. Amaro snapped from his frozen state. "Why are you looking at me like a frightened cat, Amaro? Are my ideas too advanced? Am I too progressive??? How many more of their amateurish attempts do I have to endure?!!" Amaro shook his head in slow bewilderment and managed to whisper a weak "Three." He already dreaded the upcoming night for he knew which terrifying images were still lurking in the darkness.