The digging had gone on for more than an hour, and they'd managed to get only about five feet down. Their makeshift tools—animal bones and scraps of debris—were poor substitutes for real shovels, and each scrape of earth felt like an eternity. Without their abilities, the task seemed endless. On top of that, two members had to stand guard, so only two pairs of hands clawed at the dirt, inch by inch.
Haze and Andre kept watch, eyes flickering warily across the shadows beyond the pit's edge, while Josh and Thor dug with every ounce of strength left in their aching bodies.
"This watch is ridiculous!" Josh growled, gnashing his teeth in frustration as he flung a handful of earth aside. "It doesn't even tell us how deep we need to dig! My hands feel like they're about to fall off."
