"HURRY! THE RIVER HAS BEGUN TO RUN THROUGH THE GORGE! EVERYONE OUT!"
The call rang from above with near-panic in the caller's tone. The words echoed ominously through the depths of the cavern, pressing the gravity of what was happening into the hearts of those far below the surface.
They would not last long without air, and the river's contents were virtually endless.
Oakdown turned horrified eyes towards the mouth of the cave. The roar of water was compounded in the confined space.
"You would kill yourselves, to stop me?" He threw Anaisa to one side, out of his grip, and she hit the ground roughly. Her hands were still tied, but her face splashed in a trickle of water. She scrambled to a sitting position and glared up at Barnabas.
"I would do anything to stop you," She promised, spitting at him.
