The pristine white petals took on a new touch of beauty with the thin but deep lines of magma that decorated them. With his little knowledge, Desmond could only compare this strange giant flower to lilies; at least the shape of the petals was very similar.
Desmond and Aisha were cautious, probing the ground for any threat as they approached the flower. The reddish grass was soft and a bit bumpy, creating a slight sinking feeling when stepped on. The occasional wildflowers radiated a slightly uncomfortable warm field to Desmond. Still, they showed no reaction to being provoked by him.
Having experienced more than one underground ambush, Desmond and Aisha weren't relaxed by the lack of visible danger alone. They knew that in this place, threats could come from the floor, the ceiling, and the walls. Seconds passed, but nothing changed, not even a tiny tremor indicating danger.
