Nicholas has no idea how long he's been here. There's no day or night, just an endless gloom filled with all sorts of undefinable things in the shadows and murk. No roads or even paths beyond those he's made, and a terrible sameness to it all. And worst of all is the knowledge that he was trapped with nothing he could do about it, and so soon after finding real freedom.
And then, somewhere in the distance, there's a light. A pinprick at the distance, but its real, genuine light. He guns the engine. It could be something even worse than all of this, but at least its different, and has the faintest hope of freedom.
He rides for all he's worth, desperately hoping that the light doesn't fade. The closer he gets the more it looks like a doorway, a way out. It might just be Mephisto's torments, knowing that to Nicholas, freedom is worth more than anything.
With one final scream from the engines, pushed even to their limits, he launches himself through the portal, to find himself eye to eye with... a woman with swords?
The rider stares.
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