[Pardon both his stubborn and his being out of breath as he was unable to voice his thanks...
... and all words were shut out as the light engulfed them -- and so did red hot flames. The odor of burning wood, rubber, gasoline and metal. It was hot, but it did not burn them.
Should Ashura look back, there was no more black corridor. Just more flames and falling debris as the fire started to eat away at the warehouse's rickety support beams and insulation.
At this point Ken looked lost and disoriented, slightly trembling as he tried to shield himself from the flames. A voice was then heard -- definitely Ken's, but not coming from the man who had been runing.]