They gathered through the big chunks of stone, walked in the dark for some time until they faced with the wall. It was the end of a cave.
- So. Nice to meet you, dead end. What next? This is clearly the end. Alhain, do you really know this caves? How do we suppose to go through this wall of granite?
- That is what they are also thinking, Musharaad. That is why this way has no point for them. Look closer to this slope - Alhain pointed down and Mushharaad palpated the stone. - See?
- There is a hole! This hole was right in size for the scrawny Masharad and Alhain. They started to crawl. For some time Musharad thought that the mountain will fall down right in this ill-fated moment, he crawled, crawled and ... found something terrifying. There were bones of young human, which was clearly smashed with this big stone.
- Yea, not so lucky guy - Mushharaad pushed away from the clavicle.

The main hole was bright, it seems that burning oil pots are still full of fuel, and everywhere was dead bodies of unlucky miners. They went to the brightest corridor and after the corner Mushharaad suddenly stopped, he was fascinated by something, and Alhan slowly came after him. There was a beautiful place full of pure Archanars reader might think that all thoughts of two young men were only about their rich future, but no. There was only one thought - run away, save themselves, because of Fire Ifrit right in the middle of the room.