As they say, trouble tends to come from behind. And in a few seconds, Brock and Ryan will be getting smashed by a gigantic boulder to prove that.
"IT" S GOD DAMN FUCKING BOULDER. WE ARE DONE FOR."Brock screamed.
Ryan was mentally prepared for trouble when the creaked sounds happened. He was more reasonable than Brock after all.
"Ugh. Can't you stop it with your sand? Like I'm already feeling tired. I don't know how much energy is left in me."
"I'm giving it a try."
Brock touched the slope and poured out what was left in him. From the gaps between the bricks, from the upward, and even from the boulder itself, sands were being sucked up. All the sand gathered up to create a sand wall thick enough to rival a bunker. Probably the widest stuff Brock created.
"Ugh, that would do."Ryan got relief.
"No. Cost a bit of energy and hold me with your roots."
"Okay."
Ryan doubted Brock's knowledge but always trusted him wholeheartedly. Brock was more than a friend to him. Brock made him what he was today.
Brock promoted him from slave to a brother.
Ryan did accordingly.
And in a few seconds...DHUM!
The boulder hit the sand wall. The pressure was so immense that despite the wall it felt like a truck. And if not Ryan held Brock with roots Brock would have sprung up and lost control over the sand. Brock's felt his lung-bursting. The pressure was too much. His nose was bleeding.
Ryan was stuck with an idea.
"Brock, loosen the pressure by a bit. It might push us toward the top."
Brock loved his idea."You are smart Ryan. That's why I chose you."
Brock loosened up a bit and their floor started accelerating.
Brock managed to set up the speed a moderate amount. And the ceiling came into sighting just under a few minutes without costing too much energy.
Brock stopped completely upon reaching plain land.
And the thing that was in front of him was beyond description.
Human memory works on a very weird basis. When a thing needs to be reminded every day, the memory is stored in a long-term usable storage. Otherwise, it is stored in temporary storage which is directly connected with the subconscious mind. And the subconscious mind conspires with those to make something weirder.
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Dream.
But something, out of blue draws our attention. Even if the memory might not come in handy for survival, it gets the privilege to be stored in the long-term memory and we feel nostalgic remembering them. These are called sweet memories. An important staple in our life.
And Brock was sure he was now witnessing one of those.
A transparent veil was protecting the cave from the water of the canal.
The azure blue light comes passing through the clean water. The surprisingly catchy sound of the flowing water. The aquatic animals roaming around, the bright sea cactus, and above that the bright sun. It felt heavenly.
Brock glanced at Ryan out of disbelief.
Ryan nodded. It was the reality where people struggle lifetime and are gifted with things like this which may not have any economical value but somehow satisfies the hunger of our mind.
But just before the layer the sign "The Demolition of Ominous" caught sight.
Brock touched the transparent layer. It started to stretch like jelly. And after pushing hard enough Brock got sucked into the water wholly. Guess the layer was made so that not a single drop of water could get into the ruin.
Ryan joined as well. It was obvious to expect some more traps in the water.
But this time the council showed mercy to them. There were no traps there for real.
And after swimming up from there, another scene caught sight. The sunset. Thankfully they got out in time.
In the darkness, things could've gone lost worse.
"So here it is. Time to find another orb for you and we're done."Brock relaxed.
"We won't be needing that."
"What?Why?"
"Submitting your orb is my priority. I can't risk you for my sake."
"But.."
"Please."
Brock looked away. He knew Ryan wouldn't budge from his decision.
Afterall Ryan was
A FRIEND YOU CAN NEVER REGRET ABOUT.