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After Deeper, can the Tunnels adventure get any more dangerous? And where will it end?

Will Burrows and his gang are far from finished as they free-fall down a subterranean pore. As they experience reduced gravity, the dark mysteries of the deep unfold and they discover a strange fungal shelf, which not only reveals artifacts from ancient civilisations, but clues to a lost land at the end of the Earth.  

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'Noticed anything weird about this place?’ Will asked, giving his friend a quizzical glance.

Wondering where to start, Chester shook his head, his mane of curly, oil-drenched hair whipping about his face and a strand catching in his mouth. He plucked it out immediately with a look of disgust and spat several times. ‘No, other than this stuff we landed in smells and tastes bloody awful.’

‘My guess is that we’re on a dirty great fungus,’ Will went on. ‘We’ve ended up on some sort of ledge of the stuff,  - it must be sticking out into the Pore. I saw something like this once on television – there was a monster fungus in America that stretched for more than a thousand miles underground.’

‘Is that what you wanted to―’

‘Nope,’ Will interrupted. ‘This is the interesting thing. Watch carefully.’

The light orb was in the palm of his hand and he casually tossed it five metres into the air. Chester looked on with stunned amazement as it seemed to float back down to Will’s hand again. It was as if he was witnessing the scene in slow motion.

‘Hey, how’d you do that?’

‘You have a go,’ Will said, passing the orb over Chester. ‘But don’t throw it too hard or you’ll lose it.’

Chester did as Will suggested, lobbing it upwards. In the event, he applied too much force and the orb shot some twenty metres, illuminating what appeared to be another fungal outcrop above them, before it floated eerily down again, the light playing on their upturned faces.

‘How―?’ Chester gasped, his eyes wide with amazement.

‘Don’t you feel, er, the weightlessness?’ Will said, grasping for the right word. ‘It’s low gravity. My guess is that it’s about a third of what we’re used to on the surface,’ Will informed him, pointing a finger heavenwards. ‘That - and the soft landing we had on this fungus - might explain why we’re not as flat as pancakes right now. But be careful how you move around or you’ll send yourself spinning off this shelf and back into the Pore again.’

‘Low gravity,’ Chester repeated, trying to absorb what his friend was saying. ‘What does that mean, exactly?’

‘It means we must have fallen a very long way.’

Chester looked at him uncomprehendingly.

‘Ever wondered what’s at the centre of the Earth?’ Will said.