Here in this place again, the moment it'd came to sight his eyes had immedietly been dranw to it. The building was almsot hypnotic that way. It had beent hat precise reason that Jack and Jonah had been drawn to it in the first place after trying to escape from the tunnels. He imagned it held much of the same effect on the glutton when it had came here. And supressed his power. Despite being there Jack was once again hesitant to enter. He knew that this place supressed the powers of he Jonah and the Glutton the last time that they'd entered. Regardless. He didn't feel like placing himself in such a possession of weakness again. Still there was that nudge from within that ebbing little silent voice that pushed him to walk forward through those stone doors into the maw of the abyss. There were whispers among the men as they looked around this structure. Around being the main word. They didn't go inside. By the looks on them it was as if they were moving around the body of some horrible beast. One that was dead, but they were still wary of it. Lest it bite them back. Jack placed a hand against the cool stone of the building. For a moment, just a brief moment. A picture flashed through Jacks mind. A picture of himself. Possessed by the man with yellow eyes as he slaughtered those cultists. A cold shiver went up his spine. It was not a thing that he wished to repeat. Likely from now on. Jack would avoid the door within the library no matter what he needed. No matter what knowledge the one behind the door might know. And likely Ceila would have agreed.
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