Who Lies in the End?

Ch 57: 32 "We should head over there."

art by: unknown (I promise I'm trying to find the artists' names.)

George stood next to the hole and looked inside. Karl was already walking through the wreckage to where two Eyes of Ender sat waiting. He collected the items and brought them out, handing them over to George.

"Think you can move this?" Karl gestured towards the wreckage while watching his glowing friend.

George glanced over the ship, "I think so," he tucked his Eyes of Ender in his bag before turning back to the rest of his friends, "Everyone stand back. I'm not sure how this will go."

"You got this, George!" Sapnap shouted before running back towards Redne and the others.

George felt a smile tug at his lips, but it disappeared when he looked back at the ship. If he was being honest, he wasn't feeling too good. His head pounded with the flow of magic and his heart was starting to stutter in his chest. The Creative Block may be a consistent flow of magic, but he wasn't used to being a conduit for this kind of power.

He felt the blob nudge against his neck, so he held it in his hand. His mocha eyes glowed with an emerald shimmer as he watched the tiny creature curl on its side. It looked uncomfortable in his palm, and when it tried to lay on its back, it would flinch and return to its side.

Memories of Dream writhing in agony in the mud flashed in George's mind as he watched the creature in pain. Their motions were so similar, and he could feel his lungs heave with the effort to breathe. He could feel the magic around him flicker as his concentration waned; however, the call of his friends snapped him back to the present.

"Sorry!" George shouted back.

"You good?" Bad asked back.

George nodded his head and took a quivering breath, "Yeah, I just got distracted," he sighed as he placed the blob back on his shoulder, "You and me both, buddy."

With the creature back in its place, George returned his focus to the ship in front of him and the sand beneath his feet. Instead of having the magic ripple into the surrounding water, he moved it so it sunk into the ground. While his eyes may not have been able to see the green light, it saturated the sand and seeped into the sunken ship.

Slowly, the water-logged planks shifted in the sand as the entire ship was pushed away. As the sand surrounding it tried to fill its vacant space, the ground began to open. Sand, rock, and seaweed all fell into the new cavern that was ripped open. Each foot the ship pushed back was another foot deeper that the hole became.

George winced as the magic tore through his body. Not only did he need to keep the water away, but now he had to move the ship and dig down. It required more power from the Creative Block and even more concentration from himself. His head pounded with a headache and his limbs felt heavy.

His eyes were half-lidded with exhaustion by the time smooth-stone bricks emerged from the bottom of the hole.

"I found it!" George shouted, "Let's be quick please."

They all rushed forward and glanced down at the excavated pit. Fundy pulled a length of rope from his bag and handed one end to Sam. Once it was secured, Fundy tossed the rope in and slid down with Tubbo close behind. The two of them scoured the top of the stone until they found a way in.

"Right here!" Tubbo exclaimed as he stood on the edge of the sand wall, "It looks like some of the stone has caved in. We can slip in and Redne should be able to come through the side."

"Alright," Sam nodded, "Humanoids first, then George will come down with Redne since he'll need to move the tunnel in order to let her in."

Everyone sounded their understanding before filling down the rope. One by one, they each ducked into the entracne that Tubbo found until it was just George, Redne, and Sam.