Crocodile Hunt 1

Kyrie's eyes snapped open feeling a painful yellow light piercing through his eyelids. "Is it raining fire or something?" With a yawn, he looked at the skies of Wonderland; the ceiling suddenly glowed yellow as if to mimic the natural glimmer of the sun.

Up there, small golden particles shine like glitter on the ceiling. "Wait, so this place has crystals?"

The young man stares dumbfounded at the strange development, a myriad of small golden points on the ceiling suddenly illuminating the underground as if it has stepped into a "day cycle."

Something that shouldn't be possible. 'Living and learning how strange this world can truly be.' Kyrie frowned, a part of him sad that his previous assumption that this place lacked crystals was wrong; losing or being proven wrong always leaves a bad taste in someone's mouth, after all.