Thread:WendigoLamet/@comment-34928186-20190724003816/@comment-36459171-20190810233740

Emerging into the open cavern, Devaxion was sure to be much more cautious, not wanting to trigger anymore traps. The area didn’t seem that special, with obvious signs of life scattered here and there. Regardless of the open area he still felt claustrophobic, trapped, and wanted to finish the job much more quickly. The grip on the hilt of his sword tightened as he very slowly stepped around, careful to keep his tail as close to him as possible while attempting to keep dust from flying into his nose again.

He glanced wearily towards the other hallway, giving it a sharp glare as if he were warning it.