The fire kindling from the embers of a used-up torch seemed to never start, as if it had a heart of its own, beating to the sound of battle. Alas, it was but a fire, and fire needed something to burn to light anew, but there was nothing left to consume, as it had already consumed everything. Thus, with the cool breeze of the wind, it slowly but surely dimmed until it was snuffed out of its final embers, and with it, the accursed beating stopped as it lost the colors, its very beauty, turning into what was now dull and monotonous—lifeless death of its kind.
The sound and vibration of steel clashing into the ground sent shockwaves into the underworld of critters; those who had been asleep were now wide awake. Some chose to go deeper into the ground, while some chose to go and relocate elsewhere, trying to find somewhere much quieter than going back into the hellhole and attempting to dig deeper.
