As he stood, the pool laying before him, the truth was, he didn't know what he would do.
He watched the corpses with sad eyes, maybe because a part of him was certain it wasn't true. And honestly, this memory display didn't affect him so much.
How many times had he used Eye to replay those events? Almost everyday when he felt like he was relenting, he replayed it.
Showing him now didn't make him angrier. This vision only showed him a more vivid memory than what Eye showed him.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he was back on the first floor. The spirits, ghosts, and mummies were still there, their assault relentless.
A sharp pain lanced through him, and he dropped to one knee, gasping.
