Harold Blackhoof
The cave roof is gone. The sky is nothing but gray rain and falling rock.
Harold Blackhoof lunges, his fingers locking onto a protruding root of ancient mangrove clinging to the cliff face above the collapsing abyss.
Harold Blackhoof
The crate... it must stay dry. If the shells fracture, the hold falls.
With a roar of effort, the minotaur hauls himself onto a flat, rain-slicked plateau overlooking the roiling, dark ocean.
Harold Blackhoof
Not today. The Brass Shield does not fall today.
He rolls away from the crumbling ledge, landing hard in the tall, wet jungle grass that marks the cliff tops, miles from the drowning caves.
+ Scene Quest Added
Escape the collapsing cave