Their fall was pretty anticlimactic. They felt air rush past them for a few seconds before they reached the soft ground below.
The trio glanced around in confusion. Their lantern and bags fallen nearby, providing ample darkness, which wasn't necessary. They were underground, the only source of light being the small opening they fell through.
With a bit of struggle, they climbed out of the soft, grainy material. Aralim looked around mesmerized, still grasping the sharp mirror. Its edge cut up his hand while falling, yet the pain evaded his mind as pure excitement shone in his vision.
"These are the tunnels! They're real!" he exclaimed with passion.
Sorath grunted nearby and dug out their gear, while Naomi continued standing beside her friend. Neither noticed that their hands remained intertwined.
However, their peace soon ended as screeches and roars echoed from above. More sand-like substance fell from the hole, and soon a few Cockatrices fell on top of the trio.
