Leveling to level two? What did that even mean for him? And now that he'd used his powers, was he in trouble?
And that feminine voice—was it the fairy? She couldn't be the owner of that sweet tone from before. No shade, but she sounded like an old woman on the verge of death—why did her throat bubble like that, making him think of a sewer churning with waste.
Not that he could do anything about it now. At least he had a space. He should be able to help, not just watch his companions get washed away.
Travis looked at the ground where the Black Sea had been, scanning for movement. He saw the lingering slime, the muddy, slippery terrain. He didn't spend time studying it, though—he hurried off toward the pyramid, gawking at what he had created.
"Did I do that?" he said aloud as he entered through a narrow, angular passage. It closed immediately behind him, giving Travis the impression that the passage had a mind of its own. Or perhaps the pyramid itself did.
