“You want to know fear?” said Phobia, his voice bellowing from all directions. His form engulfed them, blacking out the rest of the world. “Fear of the dark. Fear of being trapped. Fear of death. I am master of them all.” As the sanctuary succumbed to impenetrable darkness, Adrian and the others were forced together, crowding against the altar. “I’m not afraid of you,” said Adrian, daring to step forward into the shadows. His heavy boots clanged on the stone floor. “Actually, you are,” said Phobia, with a low, sinister laugh. “But you are even more afraid to know the truth.”
