123 123. Juicy Fruits of Labor

"W-What happened? They are not moving anymore!" Gabriel finally showed a moment of relaxation as the worrying lines on his forehead vanished. But he was confused and worried about his best friend. 

"He won!" Sir Dolorem exclaimed and looked towards Sylvester. But, there was nobody… and just a deep dark pit, as wide as ten meters. 

'No, no!' Sir Dolorem left everything behind and ran towards the pit. His duty of protecting Sylvester was a joke already. He was just a helper, but he knew he couldn't ever let the boy die—no matter what. 

"Sylvester!" He shouted into the hole. But all he received back was absolute stillness and a menacing sensation of nothingness. He felt powerless against the bottomless pit right now, as he had no means to go in there and get Sylvester out. 

"Did he make this?" Gabriel also reached the edge, as the mountain of snakes coming towards them had died silently by now and had already started to rot and vanish.