The tunnels widened, opening into a natural cavern where stalactites hung like the teeth of a slumbering monster. The air was colder here, thick with a dampness that clung to the skin. The group emerged from the narrow corridor with palpable relief, freed from the suffocating embrace of the stone.
Maggie walked at the front, or at least, it seemed that way. In reality, she was following the colossus's broad back, a moving cliff face that blocked any view of the future. Literally.
