Board Thread:Mount Myōboku Logs (World Map extension)/@comment-30269418-20161107183345/@comment-24937485-20161109184254



Four ft to each side, Rena’s droplets would come to touch an immovable flat surface which one would most likely assume to be walls. In front of her there was another wall, but behind her and Satoshi there was a clear opening ahead of them. The wall remained at 8ft from one another as they followed a perfectly straight line forward that slowly descended into the unknown, underground.

The air became more and more damp, making it increasingly harder to breathe, and there would not be a single sound save for the occasional whisper of wind that came from the hole they originally fell through as if beckoning for them to return. But even if they wanted to it’d be made impossible as they’d hear something collapse far behind them; the ‘entrance’ had been sealed off by a mass of dirt and stone.

It’d take a good ten minutes walking down into the unknown before Rena’s droplets suddenly didn’t feel anything on either side of her anymore. And it wasn’t because continued blood manipulation would’ve left her tired, but because the walls that were beside them simply were there no longer. Not just that, whatever they stood on felt wobbly as if balancing on something or floating even though there were no sounds of water; Satoshi, however, would be able to smell the salt of seawater.

It was then that they heard a shrill cry in the distance, echoing off the walls.