I was heading down the gigantic tunnel to the Dwarven City. Heading back home from work, I went with my horse. Bucky. The horses were so slow tonight, suddenly, all the horses in front of me stopped. Trying to see what was going on, I sat with my head held high. Then I saw it. In front of all the horses, lava was blocking the tunnel.

I started trusting my horse to go back from the way we came. But there was lava there too. The ground then began to move. Then the walls. Then the ceiling. Panicking, I thought of a solution. But the time was too short. The ceiling collapsed and I was buried alive!

Luckily, I was buried by gravel, I quickly took my shovel from my backpack. I quickly got to make a hole for myself. Luckily, the whole mountain didn't collapse. Because once I dug out the gravel, nothing else fell. There were a few holes.

My gas was running out. I tried crawling through the holes. The only thing that let me see was my torch. After some time of crawling, the fire eventually died out. But I could see. I followed the light until I reached a way out. Finally, being able to breathe like normal, I looked up at the sky.

That was not what I expected it to be like. The sky was red, blood red! There were giant white globs floating around the sky. Throwing balls of fire at the dwarven structures. In the middle of all the madness, stood a giant, black night. Bigger than a whole chunk, the stomped on the buildings.

To be Continued!