It was pitch black, and Xaloc felt the threatening pressure from the loud growls of the beasts that were chained in different cages. Some slammed their bodies on the cages as they made threatening noises, their eyes filled with ginger and brutality.
It was daunting.
It was not just the beasts, there was also the intense coldness which continuously roiled out from up ahead.
It seemed to become colder and colder the more he walked ahead. Not to mention that there was no end in sight.
A psychological attack? A smile appeared on Xaloc's face. If the tunnel was more ordinary with the end in sight perhaps he would think twice but since it was like this, he was only more sure that the key to leaving here lay at the end of the tunnel.
He walked faster and faster. He moved onward till he was about two hundred meters in. He stopped momentarily, picked one of the parts of the beasts in his bag and smeared the blood on the wall. His hands shook and he frowned.
