Bats dove from all directions, their wings swooshing wind out of the cellar doors. The air held a symphony of chirps and squeaks as the colony flew out into the cloudy night sky.
Daikon took a tentative step forward as his eyes adjusted to the dark stairwell below. The cold air drafted up from the cellar, reeking of sulfur and blood. He knew the second he crossed the threshold, all chaos would b...