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The Underlying Evil
The ferocious wind of the dark forest rushed back and forth through Naruto's clothing, tittering and tottering his massive frame as he ventured farther into the wretched beast's lair.
As the wind blew in all directions, it seemed to grow louder, whistling in the blonde male's ears as he pushed his way through a dark corridor of shrubs and trees with his body and arms.
Huge trees protruded from the ground next to him like pillars and stretched up toward the black void above.
The tall trees were all arranged in a row, one after the other, guarding the path's boundaries as Naruto continued down the dark passage in front of him, which oddly resembled a pathway.
A long path with no end in sight.
Naruto sneered, his blue eyes gazing ahead of him, "What the hell?" He whispered in confusion, underneath his breath.
Yet, considering how quickly the wind came to take all additional sounds away, his ears did not pick up on his phrase or his voice.
It seemed as though he said nothing and only moved his lips.
It was an odd experience.
But that wasn't as bizarre as the new knowledge he was discovering about the passageway ahead of him.
Naruto now observed not only how peculiar the length of the tunnel before him was, but also how creepy it was growing the deeper down he proceeded.
Scraggly shrubs of all sizes and hideous hues protruded from the sides of the pathway in an attempt to impede his progression, while corroded forest branches and leaves sullied the ground along the path.
There were even remnants of the dead spread about, their skin long deteriorated, leaving bones and skulls to litter the woodland floor, adoptive signs of the eeriness of the dark forest.
Such sights before Naruto made his skin crawl.
His boots scuffed across twigs, leaves, and, more frighteningly, the very bones of slain creatures as he tracked closer to his quarry.
The minor crunches produced by his footwear as it made contact with the forest floor were drowned out by the ferocious sounds of nature surrounding him, which seemed to be sending him a message, he assumed.
He listened as the trees shook loudly, comparable to a rattlesnake's tail, filling his ears with an unpleasant sound that sent chills down his spine and unnerved him like no other.
As he continued on, it seemed as though the surrounding area was growing darker as the thunder cracked and pounded overhead.
The forest was clearly attempting to warn him off, merely testing his resolve and fortitude.
