[i]The depths of the mining shaft were just as bad. Blood streaked the stone walls, as that same cruel heat from earlier began to make Cain sweat, beads of released water running down the side of his face. The leather armor's insulation didn't help his situation at all.[/i] [i]The man would find himself within.. a dug up tomb. It was devoid of life and blood, as no miners were there. Yet.. there was a presence there. Cain was being watched.[/i]