The mine couldn't possibly be built on a volcano.
If the volcano erupted, wouldn't that be dragging everyone to their doom?
The staff couldn't be so incompetent as to overlook such a basic aspect of site selection.
Owen, holding up a glowworm, pressed close to the tunnel wall and observed, "The walls of the tunnel have changed."
The others peered closely and noticed that the originally dark stone walls had somehow transformed into a grayish-white hue, intertwined with countless root-like tendrils resembling veins.
Touching the walls, they no longer felt the icy coldness of stone but a peculiar warmth, even elasticity, as if the entire mountain had come to life.
In this era, mine safety was not paramount.
Miners, after carving out passageways, often used wooden supports to reinforce the tunnels.
This was a common sight throughout their journey and hadn't raised any concern.
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