Fallen

Ruhkaal drew back at the stench.

“Caves.”

Draevir’s gaze sharpened. He crouched, one hand braced on the frame, the other hovering over the yawning black. It fell down and down until Draevir touched the floor in front of the door.

“Not just caves…”

Ruhkaal frowned. “You can feel it?”

Draevir no...

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