The world was dark, and yet it was infinitely bright; whose eyes were these?
Within the volcanic cave was a ball-like thing that consisted of just two beady eyes, its fluffy black fur coating it entirely.
It was the same thing that had bitten Mr. Valen's finger off.
Like some kind of ball, it bounced, moving as it looked around, through the passageway, a world of fumes and heat, but it could not smell.
"Puff!"
A blast of hot steam suddenly exploded beneath it, the temperature, impossibly hot, and yet, the heat did nothing to harm the creature, in fact, its fur was unchanging.
The world from its eyes was just shades of infrared, and as it gazed at the wall of the cave, it saw not just a wall but different layers of heat, constantly moving, constantly changing. It was incredible how the thing managed to keep a sense of direction.
