Haze continued to fall, his head spinning from the disorienting descent. The map, it seemed, had been silent on this particular detail, the perilous drop from one cave to another seemingly omitted from the plan.
Haze's limbs flailed wildly, his body twisting and turning as gravity took hold, the air whipping past his face with a howling, mournful cry.
He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he plummeted into the darkness.
Haze's training kicked in, his instincts taking over as his body twisted in mid-air, his legs pulling up towards his chest as he prepared for impact.
He landed hard, the breath forced from his lungs as his body thudded against the cold stone floor.
But he rolled with the momentum, his shoulders bearing the brunt of the force as he tumbled across the floor, his limbs thrashing against the unforgiving surface.
