One of Kaelen's geomantic fissures, which had swallowed a horde of Shadowborne, created a chasm just wide enough for the little chick to tumble into.
The sudden drop caused him to roll uncontrollably, his tiny body bouncing off the walls of the fissure until he landed, dazed but unhurt, at the bottom. Above him, the battle raged on, but down here, he was momentarily shielded from the worst of the chaos.
As he shook off the disorientation, the chick noticed something — a narrow tunnel that branched off from the fissure, likely an ancient, forgotten burrow created by some desert creature long ago.
The tunnel was small, barely wide enough for the little chick to squeeze through, but that very narrowness made it perfect for him. The Shadowborne, with their hulking forms and relentless aggression, would never think to search such a tiny passageway, and even if they did, they would not fit.
With a chirp of determination, #4 began to waddle through the tunnel, his little feet pattering softly against the cool earth. The passage twisted and turned, descending deeper into the ground, away from the sounds of battle above.
It was dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of luminescent fungi clinging to the walls, but the little chick pressed on, driven by some instinctual understanding that this was his best chance to discover a way in the city.
The tunnel seemed to stretch on forever, and as the chick moved deeper into the earth, the sounds of battle faded to a distant echo. Here, in this quiet, forgotten place, the world above seemed like a distant dream, a place of violence and chaos that had no bearing on this peaceful underground refuge.
But the tunnel was not just a sanctuary — it was also a passage, and as #4 continued his journey, he began to notice subtle changes in his surroundings.
The walls of the tunnel became smoother, as if they had been shaped by hands rather than by nature. The glow of the fungi grew brighter, revealing intricate carvings etched into the stone, patterns that seemed both ancient and divine.
Eventually, the tunnel opened up into a larger chamber, and here, the chick paused, his small eyes wide with wonder.
After what felt like an eternity of twists and turns, the tunnel finally opened up into a vast chamber. At the far end, towering above everything else, stood a massive door — its surface adorned with intricate carvings that told stories of an era long past.
The door was imposing, its sheer size dwarfing the small creature that now stood before it, awestruck by its grandeur.
As #4 approached, the golden orb it had found in Golly's workshop began to vibrate, a soft hum resonating from within. The chick watched in amazement as the orb's gears and cogs started to whirl faster, emitting a warm, golden light that filled the chamber.
Drawn by some instinctual understanding, #4 held the orb closer to the door.
In response, the carvings on the door began to glow, tracing the outlines of the ancient designs with a brilliant, ethereal light. The ground trembled slightly as the massive mechanisms within the door groaned to life, gears turning and locks shifting like a clockwork.
With a low, resonant rumble, the giant door slowly began to part, revealing a darkened passage beyond.
The path ahead was shrouded in mystery, but the little chick was undeterred, and took a brave step forward, clutching the golden orb tightly as it ventured into the unknown.
He didn't want to turn back now. It was too late for that. He had made a promise to himself when Chin died — he wouldn't be one of those troops who stayed behind where it was safe, guarding their lord's statue while the real battles were fought elsewhere.
"I have to make myself useful," #4 thought, his resolve hardening. He was no DUD!
He couldn't just be a bystander in this war. He had to press on, to prove that even someone as small and seemingly insignificant as him could make a difference.
With determination fueling every step, #4 pushed forward, deeper into the unknown.