Gusts
It seemed as if they had entered a serial killer's basement. It smelt like a poisoned rat and gutted rabbits. They were forced to place their hands on their nose. The rancidity of the smell was intensifying by the second, making them vomit out their guts. It was adding to their freshly gained confidence, except not adding positively.
The sight in front looked like they were going to become part of the chaos and get lost among the gusts of wind and the screaming ogres. It was bold to stand out during such strange settings.
The Trio spotted others and ran toward them. Sashi and Ahram were a little reluctant to believe that the tunnel finally ended and they were currently in the second seal however the welcoming screams were not what they were expecting.
With the collapse of previous grounds, they were standing in the middle of the second seal and the ogres. There was no choice but to walk ahead, retreat was already no longer an option.
