And from everywhere they could hear an overwhelming cacophony of sounds, kind of echoed and reverbered at the distance, which just made it louder.

There were whispers, there were sounds of things falling, there were screams. All of them merged in some amalgam of deafening noise, getting louder the closer they were (hopefully) getting to the end of the tunnel.

A wind coming from nowhere blew over them. The air was cold, and so was everything else.

“D-Do you have a logical explanation to this?”

Meryl the Mole, despite feeling all the fear in the world at that moment, couldn’t stop being a born stubborn of heart.

“o-of course there might be an explanation! it always does.”

Yet, they put on the mustache, and uttered:

“thelesis power is growing stronger as we approach the verge of destiny, my boy. hoho!”

It probably would’ve lifted Max’s mood a little, had he been able to hear it.

But the whispers were too much louder.

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