Oliver abandoned every thought of searching for additional materials and immediately broke into a sprint. The passage stretched upward through the suffocating darkness while the tremors grew increasingly violent, forcing him to constantly adjust his footing as loose debris cascaded from both sides of the ravine.
Ancient Puppet remains that had stayed embedded within the cliff walls for untold centuries finally yielded to the relentless convulsions and crashed onto the descending path. Their brittle shells disintegrated upon impact before becoming yet another obstacle strewn across the uneven terrain. His sight and hearing continued to pierce the gloom well enough to distinguish every obstruction lying between him and the surface.
