Fire in the hole

Strai relaxed his steady stance when, after the round revibrated around them, nothing happened. He wiggled into place beside her smaller frame instead. Looking down at the pictograph that had her attention. “You think the spires go down further?” He asked, thinking it over. There was a sense to it. They seemed to have come out of the earth of the first place. Perhaps they hadn't come all the way.


He started to dig near the space of the spire, trying to uncover more of the drawings, or really anything else of interest. What did the spires look like beneath the dirt? How hard down did they go? So he dug, as Delphi had suggested.