What kind of Hell is this?

Wilder lets Spider and Ollie examine the spires more closely. Their notes about the facial carvings was intriguing to a degree, but he still hesitated to approach. Something was wrong, so very wrong with this place. He wasn't entirely convinced that it didn't connect with the sky turning red. It was as red as the color of his eyes and that truly was unnatural.

"Prolly a warnin'," Wilder grumbles under his breath as he turns to look at the other spires nearby. Those too had etchings on them near the bottom. Were they all like that? Taking a step closer to another one, he notices how the dirt changes. Sinking ever so slightly, Wilder notices how he's in between the two spires. Huh, that's odd. "The dirt is a differen' consistency," he says quietly, unsure if the boys can hear him. Reaching a paw forward, Wilder begins to dig.

"Wilder"