Finally! Gossamer raced north the moment the shaking had stopped. She'd manage to escape her captors and she wasn't going to miss a moment to get ahead of them. She only hoped that the strange quakes and darkness had ushered them into hiding as it had her. If it hadn't… well then fuck she'd wasted a lot of precious time.

Racing past the Barren Dunes, she squinted at the strange spikes rising up into the horizon. Since when had those been there? She started to slow but soon picked her speed back up again. Fuck it, she'd race right into hell if it meant giving her captors the slip and if she could find somewhere scary enough to hide that would make them give up then she was going to go for it. At least… that was the general idea.

When Gossamer arrived however she started to change her mind. The sun was rising red and cold. It cast an unnatural light that sent shivers down her spine. How much of a risk was this worth taking. Scratching at her matted fur she thought for a moment and decided to risk it. Padding over to one of the nearby spires she squinted at the structure, trying to make heads or tails of it. They seemed awfully old but she was dang sure this wasn't here before. There seemed to be something carved in them… squinting she reached up a paw and tried to clear some of the dust off the carvings only to have a face contorted in terror staring back at her. Maybe this wasn't the best place to rest… she really did need to get back to the Armada. There was a chance the same group that had held her also had held Aris. They needed to move fast if there was a chance to track her down.

Thinking she heard the sound of approach, Gossamer through an opening at the base of the nearest spike, shimmying her body between the gaps before crouching down and peering out to see if anyone else was there. She tried to steady her breath and ignore the breeze moaning through the gaps in the spires.

Quill had been wide awake when the world began to change. The shifting of colors from blue to blood red had been breathtakingly beautiful, albeit terribly ominous. The maned brute was drawn towards the ruby lights origin and so, without a word to anyone at the castle, the Klein set out on his own.

Tremors reverberated through the earth beneath his paws as though the world itself was shivering, shuddering. Long before he reached the spires, he could see them reaching up into the sky like the fingers of a giant. The moaning winds were faint at first, but the closer he came to the towers, the louder the wailing became.

Coming to a stop between two spires, a flash of movement caught Quill's eye and he turned his head, blue and pink eyes noting the woman staring out from inside one of the spikes. It... didn't seem like the best place to be. If they came up through the ground, couldn't they go back down at any moment?

"What do you think this place is?" He questioned her in low, rumbling baritones. The air seemed electric, like lightning was about to strike. Moving to the tower opposite the fae's hiding space, Quill lifted one giant paw and brushed some dust away from a single screaming face. The man felt no fear here, but he did feel pity for the creatures that seemed caught here, frozen in stone.

"Quill Klein"

Gossamer watched quietly, trying to hear the sounds around her over her own beating heart. A man appeared but it was quickly obvious he was not one of her captors. Perhaps she had slithered away from them after all! The man paused between two spires and peered in the one she was hiding in. No doubt he saw her. Well, he didn't seem like an immediate thread and perhaps if her captors did catch up with her she could gain an ally.

Gossamer carefully left the spire, trying to squeeze back out without injuring herself. Glancing about without the hurry of being chased she took in the eerie sight of the spires and the blood red sky. "At first glance? Looks like a few steps from hell. Are we still in Boreas? I don't remember ever seeing this?" And yet… she gazed at the entrance to the Glowshroom Cavern not far off. No, no, this was definitely Boreas. Gossamer looked from the cavern entrance to the spires. "Do you think they continue down into the ground like maybe… into the cavern?"

The woman questioned him and Quill shrugged. "Boreas, yes, but this is something new." The fae continued to speak, musing aloud and wondering if the towers came from deep below, stemming from the caves themselves. The dire brute gave a slight shrug. "There are two ways to find out. We dig here and hope to not fall through, or we enter the caves and look up."

Seeing that the older wolf was digging, Quill sighed and began doing the same. Perhaps they would find some sort of answer after pulling enough earth away. He situated himself beside one of the earthen spikes and used his big paws to scoop away hardened earth. Maybe it would have been easier to dig in the softer section but Quill liked the security of having the tower beside him.

"Quill Klein"

The stranger agreed that they were in Boreas and that this strange formation was something new. Something that looked so old but yet had never been seen in this area before. It made her fur stand on end. The man mused about digging or going inside the cave before he moved to start digging. Gossamer's gaze lingered on the cave entrance for a moment before she moved to join the stranger in his digging. Her paws scratched at the earth, claws pulling away earth but as she dug it just seemed like the spires were continuing down into the earth.

Gossamer stopped digging and shook the dirt from her paws. "Its hard to say how far down this goes. We could be digging for quite awhile. Maybe we should just check out the cave. If we're lucky we'll be able to see something useful. Granted… I haven't explored much inside there. I can't promise not to get us lost."