The pitch-black rules spread deep beneath the earth like roots, and at the first glance Richard cast upon them, he knew he'd found the rules that birthed the great wraith.
Without wasting time, Richard took out his Magic Wand, and with a gentle tap on the ground from its tip, a fissure large enough for him to enter cracked open. From the fissure, sounds like the wailing of hell's Evil Ghosts carried up with the dark wind, causing one's hair to stand on end.
Yet, neither the man nor the bird present was ordinary, and instead of instilling fear, the wailing only piqued their interest.
"Caw, what have you discovered down there?"
Richard shook his head slightly, "I don't know either, but we'll find out once we take a look."
With a light jump, Richard entered the fissure in free fall. Upon seeing Richard enter, Ulysses followed by flying into the fissure.
