When the sun had reached the end of the ladder, he came to a narrow passage with one straight path. The passage is filled with moss and has a stuffy air without any lighting. He could only hear the moon's breathing and his breathing. Moreover, he smelled a strange smell from the air in the passage.
"This passage is too dark, can you do something with your magic?" the sun asked the moon quietly. "Just in case, don't use fire magic because this passage could be filled with flammable hazardous gas."
"Understood," the moon said as she pointed her finger up. "Dear God of Light and Thunder, I... who am the servant of the Gods and Goddesses... would like to ask for your help... I beg you to give me a light," the moon cast a spell with ancient words.
Suddenly a ball of light the size of a tennis ball appeared above the moon's finger. The light shone very brightly and moved according to the will of the moon.
