sonic bats

The dim tunnel stretched before them, a shadowy vein winding through the earth. Wet weeds clung to its walls, their long, sinewy forms slick with moisture that dripped steadily onto the uneven floor. The sound of water droplets falling echoed faintly, an eerie patter that danced between them and the darkness ahead.

"At the end of this tunnel, you'll be free," Gurat said, his voice quivering. He shuffled nervously, his small frame hunched as if trying to make himself invisible. "No one will find you if you just keep going."

Jack narrowed his eyes, his skepticism evident. Gurat's hurried tone reeked of desperation, and the demon's sidelong glances only added to his growing suspicion. 'He's hiding something,' Jack thought.