CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Going from the bright, tropical sun of the island into the pitch black darkness of the cave was an unnerving experience. And Beams was back in the cave. He could tell. The ground underneath his feet felt solid and smooth, while the air had become ice cold again. The ground had been wet for a while there—probably due to the fact that he had been walking through an undersea tunnel—but now it was as dry as ever. The necklace around Beams’ neck had started glowing again, which was comforting in its own way because it meant that Beams would not have to worry about the Guardians killing him.
Even so, I wonder how I went from walking underwater to walking back in this cave, Beams thought as he fingered the golden necklace around his neck casually. There must be dimensional p
