They couldn't discern which way they had come from, relying solely on instinctual judgment.
The cave was filled with mechanisms, and Wayne Bailey was the only main force; whenever they encountered a mechanism trap zone, he would scout ahead alone.
The journey thus far had been smooth sailing with no real scares...
But this time, he stumbled.
"Young master, are you alright?" Wilfred, limping, approached, "There are too many traps here..."
Not knowing when they would reach the end, how extensive the cave was, or how to get out.
Moreover, the air seemed to be getting thinner, breathing becoming increasingly difficult.
Feeling that the air was amiss, they started walking in the opposite direction...
Charles Harrington was weakened, now sitting there like a critically ill patient, breathing with great difficulty.
