Shaurya's body plunged through a twisting dark tunnel—
a spiraling throat of shadows that swallowed him whole.
The only light came from the roaring orange glow chasing behind him, swallowing the darkness like a tidal wave of fire.
His hair whipped violently around him.
His robe snapped in the rushing wind.
The sound of the vortex roared in his ears—deep, ancient, alive.
Then—
FWUMP.
The orange light vanished.
Instantly.
As if someone had blown out a candle.
Darkness opened below him—
and a massive clearing revealed itself.
A vast underground hall.
Shaurya's eyes widened.
Jagged rock walls stretched endlessly in every direction.
Lava rivers slithered along the ground like molten snakes.
Thick streams of lava dripped from cracks in the walls—
falling like glowing orange waterfalls.
Heat blasted upward.
The air shimmered.
The entire cavern glowed faintly red, lit by the glow of molten earth.
Shaurya's hand shot to the hilt of the Meteorite Sword.
