บท 141: | Comfort In The Darkness

Jarvis Ignored Amon and drank from the bottle. 'Long ago, the shaman of my people would heal the sick by going into a deep trance. They would then travel to the spirit world in search of a cure.' She took another deep gulp, then smacked her lips. 'Zubbe's soul festers in the atmosphere around that building like a disease. His presence – the spark of life preserved in the fetid depths of the bog – is reaching out even now. Gloating… anticipating his becoming.'

'So did you find it?' Jack asked. 'The cure, the way to stop him?'

'I know what I must do,' the old woman said cryptically. 'And I have cleansed myself in readiness.'

'Well, I hope you didn't mark the upholstery,' Amon mumbled.

Jack didn't smile. 'I don't see how we're even going to get in there. The whole place is tight as a drum. There are guards everywhere.'