In fact, this wasn’t like any place she’d ever seen. In the distance was a wall of flames, undulating crimson and yellow and a smell hung in the air, sharply caustic. Sulphur. This was Hell. ‘Why are we here?’ she demanded. She wasn’t dead, or at least she didn’t think she was. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep next to Beck. ‘We have been summoned before my master,’ was Ori’s chilly reply. ‘But—’ ‘Keep up,’ he ordered, moving forward at a pace that made it difficult to comply. ‘You fall behind, you’ll remain here.’ When Riley sprinted to catch up with him, they quickly reached the wall of flames. Too quickly for the distance involved. Time and space were different here. The wall wasn’t actually composed of fire: each flame was caught within a tiny shard of glass and millions of them billowed upward in a solid curtain.
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