Damon didn't wait to be told twice.
He turned and ran.
Or tried to.
He slammed face-first into an invisible barrier so hard his vision burst into white sparks. The impact snapped his head back and left his ears ringing.
"Where do you two think you're going."
The voice came from the little girl standing calmly at the top of the stairs.
Damon's scalp tingled.
You two.
That meant she could sense Ashcroft inside him.
"Hmph. Don't be so surprised. If a creature from the metaverse cannot sense a metaphysical entity, it would be a disappointment," Ashcroft said inside his mind.
Of course.
Ittorath was a nightmare.
And nightmares were not physical beings.
Damon straightened slowly, wiping blood from his nose with the back of his hand.
"How did you end up here, Ittorath," he asked, forcing his voice to stay level despite the anger boiling underneath. This was the entity that had once cursed him. The one that had damned him to a path where survival itself had become a burden.
