A group of six people, each riding their own flying magical instrument, sped rapidly through the tunnel.
The tunnel was tall and wide, but the walls were extremely rough. Weathered by the passage of time, they were pockmarked and riddled with countless cracks. From time to time, water droplets seeped out from the crevices above, falling onto everyone and occasionally dropping into the seawater beneath their feet, startling the swimming fish in the water into a sudden dart before vanishing from sight.
From the moment they entered the tunnel until now, they had been flying for about an hour, yet there was still no end in sight. Consequently, they began to marvel at the tunnel's immense depth and length.
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