The miners, visibly shaken understood the urgency. They scurried away past the last standing mole, thanking Alaric profusely for his timely intervention. The final mole had backed itself towards the wall that the first one had slammed into. Its snout showed its discolored yellow teeth. The weird tongue flickered in and out with anxiety. Alaric smirked. The first mole who had been rendered unconscious had started to stir. “Die” Alaric clasped his hands and stopped his feet at the same time. Two magic circles appeared and the cavern gained a faint red glow throughout. The creature snarled and squealed out as it started to charge. Too late. The explosions went off in quick succession. The squealing beast was drowned out by the blasts. The red hue was replaced with a thick cloud of dirt and dust.
A green light appeared and a soft breeze blew the dust away. All that was left was a large hole in the floor beneath. The group leader, a stout man with a weathered face, stepped forward, offering a small pouch filled with radiant gems. "Please, take these. It's the least we can do to show our gratitude for saving us," the leader said, his voice tinged with relief. Alaric accepted the pouch, the weight of the gems a tangible token of the miners' appreciation. "Next time, don’t get cornered and you’ll not be in this situation" he replied, a cocky tone in his voice. He watched as the miners hurriedly made their way back towards the mine's entrance, their voices fading into the distance.
With the miners safe and on their way, Alaric's thoughts drifted to the uncharted territories of the mine, where untold riches lay hidden. Yet, his focus shifted to the prospect of uncovering precious resources that could benefit all miners without posing a threat to their safety.
WC: 315
TWC: 744