"I hate tunnels," Enzo muttered under his breath, eyes lingering on the jagged mouth carved into the earth.The rocky structure stretched deep into the ground, twisting and folding as it disappeared beneath several low hills, like a buried serpent refusing to be seen whole.
The entrance alone felt wrong.Stone pressed inward at odd angles, scraped raw by something far larger than any normal beast.
His tracking had led him here, to this long, winding stretch of tunnel where moonlight failed and sound seemed to die.Even the wind avoided the place, slipping around the hills instead of passing through them.
The air felt heavy.Old.
As though the earth itself was holding its breath, waiting for something to finish sleeping.
With the power of the spirit of the forest flowing through him, following the trail had been effortless.Roots bent aside for him, soil parted softly underfoot, and the land whispered without resistance.
