The carbon tunnel stretched into the darkness, dimly lit by the glow of the summons.
Milo, with his hands extended, shaped the black, shimmering structure, slowly expanding the passage. Beside him, his elephant helped, its trunk manipulating the material with surprising precision.
"Milo!" Nessa's voice resonated in the confined space. "We need to reinforce this section!"
Milo turned, seeing his friend pointing to a part of the ceiling that seemed to be giving way under pressure. Without a word, he moved quickly, his mind already calculating the best way to strengthen the structure. His elephant trumpeted softly, as if offering encouragement.
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Milo leaned against the wall, feeling the cold, uneven rock under his fingers.
His mind still struggled to process the reality of his situation.