Haze pondered this thought, the realization of his own abnormality sobering him as he prepared to face the challenges that lay ahead.
A normal person would have turned back at the sight of the gaping holes, the darkness within hinting at the dangers that lurked beyond.
A normal person would have retreated from the howling screech of the scorpions, their claws and stingers a deadly reminder of the hazards of the cavern.
Haze surveyed the scene before him, his eyes taking in the silent, seemingly safe cave that lay to his right.
The absence of sound, the lack of any discernible threat, beckoned to him, tempting him to take the easy route and avoid the scorpion-infested darkness.
He knew a normal person would gamble his luck with this cave.
However, Haze was far from normal, a fact that had become all too clear to him as he stood at the crossroads in the cavern, the darkness within threatening to swallow him whole.
