Pitch Black — Into

In pitch black, one light rules. Two lights make war. Choose your hunger.

Light—real, roaring, daylight-mimicking light—filled the chamber. The creature shrieked across dimensions, unraveling like a ribbon of smoke. The tunnel walls cracked. The ceiling rained dust and roots. Into pitch black

The thing raised an arm, pointing past Leo, back toward the fork. “She chose right.” In pitch black, one light rules

“Great,” he muttered. “Fifty-fifty.” In pitch black

Now there was only the dark.