Southern Adventures pt.15

Closer

And closer

And closer...

He finally peeped down the tunnel.

Only to find darkness smiling at him sickeningly.

Clicking his tongue repugnantly, he silently followed the tunnel. He kept leaving hand prints of himself on the muddy walls, any remnants of living matter burning ferociously under his touch, soon turning into charcoal.

With the air burning around him too, he quickly began feeling breathless, until he summoned his air element again. The tunnel was deep enough, seemingly endless just like the horizontal cave above his head.

With constant sighs and waves of disappointment hitting him, Ronald almost thought of turning back, heading outside and worry a bit less about all this. He could ask some of the witches to send a drone or something (this is so Gen Z of me) or directly contact the authority and bring them here to investigate with the help of AI.

But he thought otherwise.

He thought otherwise when a voice in his head started speaking again.