This is a nightmare of imminent death; the executioner's blade is not against Vandelin's neck yet, but it is only a matter of time before it catches up to him, strikes him down, and his blood mingles with the rivers of it that flood the corridor.
Were the stone floors slick with blood before Atticus stepped across the threshold into Vandelin's mind? It is there now.
Should Vandelin notice it--and should he turn around to follow the trail to its point of origin--he'd be confronted with a bloody spectacle: a templar soldier impaled through the chest with a wooden pike. The force of the blow was powerful enough to embed the pike itself in the stone of the wall, which now begins to crumble as though that strike alone was enough to shake this oppressive tower down to its very foundations.
That is when the lock that Vandelin had been about to melt from the door suddenly drops to the bloodied floor; the door groans as though struggling to bear some tremendous weight.
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Were the stone floors slick with blood before Atticus stepped across the threshold into Vandelin's mind? It is there now.
Should Vandelin notice it--and should he turn around to follow the trail to its point of origin--he'd be confronted with a bloody spectacle: a templar soldier impaled through the chest with a wooden pike. The force of the blow was powerful enough to embed the pike itself in the stone of the wall, which now begins to crumble as though that strike alone was enough to shake this oppressive tower down to its very foundations.
That is when the lock that Vandelin had been about to melt from the door suddenly drops to the bloodied floor; the door groans as though struggling to bear some tremendous weight.