"We will continue east then," I decided, "when we start our move, let's send a party here and down there."
"That's if there aren't any more of these holes," the spearhead sighed, "I just can't get it out of my mind. How come they make such deep and vast holes without having an army of workers around or even dirt left after digging it?!"
Well, he had a point here. If such holes were dug recently, then where are the signs of the ones who did it? If it was created from something deep inside the ground, then how big would this thing be?
I hoped it wouldn't be the latter. Or else that would mean there were deadly monsters hiding underneath this damn continent.
"It might be a supreme weapon," the jumper said, "like that of the angels."
"Or it might have been here since the early formation of the continent," Sara added, and I stood in the middle steering my chariot to fly while watching these three exchanging theories about the origins of these holes.
