Ethan heard Blackie shouting and looked up as his voice echoed down the tunnel.
"Hang in there! Almost there, maybe six or seven miles left. Remember to slow down on the way in. There's no cushion down there at all. Don't go splatting on me!"
Ethan snorted and tossed back a quick joke, then refocused. His eyes locked onto the man standing ahead of him, a man who looked exactly like him.
Whoosh.
His claws finally lost their grip on the rock wall, and Ethan dropped into the underground world. The fall from the cave entrance to the ground below stretched nearly half a mile, but that barely registered in his mind. Falling that far was nothing to him.
WHAM.
A dull shock rang out as his body hit the ground. A brief sting shot up his legs, sharp enough to make him notice. The ground was absurdly hard. His feet didn't even kick up dust, as if he had landed on solid metal instead of stone.
