82 Saving the little boy

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-Grey Turner's Perspective-_-_-_-_-_-_-

"Grey, take a load of this" Annette slightly taps my shoulder, alerting me from the sounds she have heard.

The walls from our east began faintly quaking, but there were no signs of magnitude from the ground.

"It seems that we've stumbled upon something interesting." I mumbled, as I crept closer to discern a better look from the rumbling wall. 

Like an enchanted maze, the wall suddenly collapsed, leading is further inside a dark hole. It was indeed pitch black deep inside, as we stared closely at the abyss; while the abyss gazes back to us.

"I have a bad feeling about this, Master Grey" Quinn quivery states as she pays more attentively on the skirmishing sounds of the unknown moving wall. 

"So do I" I nudge my head closer over the hole hoping to have a good look from its surrounding. Alas, I was met with nothing but the darkness itself, seemingly swimming from its profound shadows.