Moving fast is slightly harder than it sounds here, where the oozing tar makes everything a little unstable. Nothing to trip someone as agile as Ekkehardt when he doesn't have any distractions, but something to keep in mind if things get...
distracting.
For now though, the eerily empty town falls behind as Ekkehardt's shadow stretches ahead, that towering lamppost being the only light to cast on. As the music gets closer, it also gets clearer, but it's always distorted somewhat like being underwater. Ekkehardt of all people should understand the importance of that particular song in Rex's mind, thanks to their shared memory. Dame Vera Lynn's We'll Meet Again, the song that played over Helen's death.
In fact, outside of the town, everything starts to get closer to that time and place, rough terrain and that vast, dark crag he and Rex visited to lay Helen to rest. It's filled, right to the brim with the same sickly black liquid, bubbling as the song floats to the surface from deep within.
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distracting.
For now though, the eerily empty town falls behind as Ekkehardt's shadow stretches ahead, that towering lamppost being the only light to cast on. As the music gets closer, it also gets clearer, but it's always distorted somewhat like being underwater. Ekkehardt of all people should understand the importance of that particular song in Rex's mind, thanks to their shared memory. Dame Vera Lynn's We'll Meet Again, the song that played over Helen's death.
In fact, outside of the town, everything starts to get closer to that time and place, rough terrain and that vast, dark crag he and Rex visited to lay Helen to rest. It's filled, right to the brim with the same sickly black liquid, bubbling as the song floats to the surface from deep within.