Darkness enveloped the underground, without a trace of light. In this quiet and impenetrable blackness, the sound of footsteps echoed, 'pat pat, pat pat.'
The sound grew louder, gradually becoming more resonant and clear. As the footsteps lifted, claws lightly scraped the ground, their high-pitched, piercing noise grating on the ears. When they landed, the heavy weight of the body created a dull, deep thud.
It seemed that the footsteps had kicked an indiscernible small stone along the way, and the crisp sound of it rolling and hitting things quickly grew closer as it passed and then carried on into the bone-chilling distance.
Following closely behind the small stone, the footsteps walked slowly toward the freezing darkness.
The deeper they went, the more frigid the air became, an unusual coldness seemingly capable of freezing the soul itself. However, Kirk felt quite comfortable, as he was an ice demon from the fifth layer of Hell, a cold and icy realm known as Stagia.
