"Where the hell are we?" Mike asked. The more he looked at the place, the more agitated he felt. There was a certain creepiness about this place that had frightened him.
Shall I get them out of here?
Thousands of them are here. I can’t be doing nothing but instead see them perish before me, can I?
Are there any monsters in there though?
While Mike was in hesitation, he heard a weak groan coming from the front. Echoing in the darkness, the voice suggested pain. Vigilant and wary, he then walked forward. To his surprise, he saw Mighty Ma!
Enveloped by Black Sand from head to toe, Mighty Ma looked as if he was clad in heavy armor. Black Sand could be seen twirling on and on, repeatedly nudging Mighty Ma. It seemed that Black Sand wanted to pull Mighty Ma out of the illusion.
