The previously sealed emergency exit opened on the pyramid's end for the first time in ages and the shabby figure of an injured man arose from a platform no one even knew existed.
The gentle breeze that ran on top of Kukulkan's pyramid did nothing to ease Uriel's pain, nor did the last beams of sunlight in the horizon provide any warmth to his body. He was broken, messed up beyond hope, but his will remained the same.
Instead of spending what he knew would be his last moments struggling futilely Uriel was decided to make the most out of his remaining time. Even though it may have looked like it, he wasn't actually escaping from the creatures but moving towards a well planned objective: to fulfill his duty as an archaeologist.
