As he stepped forward, he entered the maze of tall grass, feeling the dry foliage brush against his body.
The moment he took a single stride into the towering blades of grass, he felt an unsettling air clasp his skin, causing him to backpedal to leave. Though he took a few steps back, he found himself still backing through the colossal weeds, forcing him to turn around.
As far as he could see, it stretched out behind him; in every direction, it seemed boundless.
What is this? I took one step in, he thought.
In his chest, he felt his heart begin to thump with a rising anxiety, finding himself trapped within the supernatural maze.
It didn't occur to him until a few strides into venturing through the ominous field, but his flame didn't attach to any of the length strands of grass.
"...Weird…" He muttered.
Holding the small, orange fire against one of the pieces of dried foliage, there was no reaction between itself and the flame.
