"If I can't kill your dirty smoke, then I'll throw you away," he tried to move it away from the tent, but couldn't. He felt like there was an impregnable wall that prevented him from taking it away. "F*ck! What the hell is wrong with this thing?!!!"
He got more frustrated by all this, and then couldn't help but try and store it away inside one of his rings. The ring accepted it, ending up getting ruined and smashed as if a bomb exploded deep within.
Everything that was inside the ring got ruined already, burnt, and turned into thin wisps of green gas. As for the corridor, it landed peacefully on the ground, like nothing happened.
"Hmm… I want you to check that corridor, see if there are any weird writings there," as he lacked any clue about what to do, and the king didn't wake up, Sloth had to ask for the advice of the only person he trusted he'd know the solution to.
