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There were times the walls of dirt, roots, and bones that made up much of the tunnel felt as though it could all come crashing down onto the mighty Goliath. It was already a tight squeeze for one of her stature and weight, but the idea of possibly never seeing the great painted sky again was a dreadful feeling. Never to behold a golden sunrise or sunset as was once the case. Never to cast her gaze upon the moon as it smiled down onto her children. The very brush strokes of the gods, meticulously adding bits of detail to cloud formations during the day, and the countless stars at night. All would be lost to Vah’lux in one fell swoop if the tunnel would become her end.

But, the pseudo-giant shook off the dread, closing her eyes for a moment and focusing on her slowed breathing, listening as the dank, musty air flowed in through her nose, and then out through her mouth. It would all be fine. It had to be.

“To the temple we should return then.” She said, her voice low and calming, as she opened her eyes once again to look upon the underground den of evil. “I only pray this is the last we’ll see of this place, or anything even remotely like it.”