I went in after him with a chain out and Emperor's Dominion off the leash and the crimson coming off me in a wall, and I lit up forty feet of empty cavern with nothing standing in any of it.
Just the floor. Just the warm stone and the grit, and our own boot marks from that morning, pressed in and going nowhere.
And one thing lying in the middle of it.
The length of bone he had sharpened back in the lair, when Light put him at the front because a big man at the front makes everyone behind him walk faster.
It had rolled about two feet and stopped.
There was no blood on the floor of that cave. None. I had watched him get opened, and I stood in the exact place where it happened, and the stone under my boots was dry, which made everything I had just watched feel like a lie.
