The caves angel

In a frenzied state of panic and desperation, Richard and Luis carefully lifted Raphael's limp body up and draped his arm over each of their shoulders, creating a makeshift stretcher of sorts. As they stumbled and staggered through the dimly lit halls, their ragged breathing was the only sound that could be heard over the cacophony of screeching goblins in hot pursuit.

Their hearts pounded with fear as they darted around corners, desperately searching for Oliver and the others. With each passing moment, the goblin horde drew closer, their grotesque features twisted into cruel, taunting smiles as they closed in on their prey.

But Richard refused to give up. With steely determination etched into hi face, they pushed on, straining under the weight of Raphael's motionless body as they ran. Sweat poured down their faces, and their muscles ached with the effort, but they refused to let go, knowing that their friends' lives depended on them. Richard realized that Raphael was out for the count and realized that he would be their last hope.

Meanwhile, Luis's eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for any sign of an exit. His mind raced, calculating the odds of survival with each passing second. The goblin horde was closing in, their guttural screams echoing through the halls like a death knell.

Just when all hope seemed lost, a glimmer of light caught Luis's eye. He gasped in relief as he spotted an open door just ahead. With renewed vigor, he yelled out to Richard, and the two of them dashed towards the exit, with Raphael's lifeless body bouncing along with them.

As they burst through the door, they were momentarily blinded by the bright torchlight. Blinking rapidly, they quickly surveyed their surroundings, trying to get their bearings. It was a massive chasm at least 200 feet in length and 100 feet wide, with jagged rocks and rubble scattered haphazardly at the bottom. The sounds of the goblin horde still echoed in their ears, but they were safe for the moment.

Richard and Luis carefully laid Raphael down on the edge of the chasm, his arm still draped over their shoulders. The cold wind from the abyss below sent shivers down their spines as they caught their breath, taking in the surreal and perilous surroundings.

They knew that they couldn't stay here for long, that they needed to find Oliver, Amelia, and Charles and get as far away from the goblin hoard as possible. With a sense of urgency, Richard and Luis searched for any signs of their friends, their eyes darting around in every direction, their ears alert for any sounds of movement.

With the goblin horde getting closer by the second, Richard spotted a narrow and rickety-looking rope bridge stretching across the chasm, leading to the other side. With no other options, they realized that they had no choice but to take the risk and cross it.

With sweat dripping down their faces and their hearts pounding in their chests, Richard and Luis carefully lifted Raphael's body once again and began their journey across the bridge, one precarious step at a time. The wooden planks creaked and groaned beneath their weight, and the howling wind threatened to knock them off balance at any moment.

Halfway across the bridge, the goblins entered the room, and like a flood, they entered the room as a liquid. The goblins fighting over each other to get to the three.

Richard and Luis quickened their pace, knowing that they had to reach the other side before the goblins caught up to them. With each step, the bridge swayed and groaned beneath their feet, threatening to collapse at any moment. Raphael's body bounced dangerously on their makeshift stretcher, adding to their urgency and desperation.

Halfway across the bridge, the goblins entered the room, and like a flood, they entered the room as a liquid. The goblins fighting over each other to get to the three. Richard and Luis quickened their pace, knowing that they had to reach the other side before the goblins caught up to them. With each step, the bridge swayed and groaned beneath their feet, threatening to collapse at any moment. Raphael's body bounced dangerously on their makeshift stretcher, adding to the sense of urgency and desperation.

As the goblins closed in, Richard and Luis could feel their hot breath on their backs. They could hear the sharp clang of swords and the angry shouts of the goblin horde as they fought amongst themselves, desperate to be the first to reach their prey.

But Richard and Luis refused to give up. With gritted teeth and a fierce determination burning in their eyes, they pressed on, inching ever closer to safety. Finally, with one last burst of energy, they stumbled onto the other side of the chasm, collapsing onto the ground in exhaustion. Richard quickly unsheathed his sword cutting the bridge to fall.

As the bridge fell into the abyss with a deafening crash, the goblins let out an enraged scream, their hopes of catching their prey, gone along with the lives of the goblins on the bridge. But Richard and Luis were not out of danger yet. They knew that they had to keep moving, that the goblin horde would not give up so easily.

With Raphael's body still draped over their shoulders, they staggered to their feet, their eyes scanning the area for any signs of their friends. The landscape was treacherous, with jagged rocks and sheer cliffs looming on all sides. The wind howled in their ears, threatening to knock them off balance at any moment.

But Richard and Luis were determined. They pushed on, their hearts pounding with fear and adrenaline. Suddenly, they heard a faint cry of a lullaby in the distance.

"That's Amelia," Luis said, drawing his sword and sprinting towards the sound.

Richard followed closely behind, his own sword drawn and ready for battle. As they ran, they could hear the faint screams and jeers in the cave of the goblin horde closing in on them.

Luis's muscles screamed in protest with each step, but he refused to give up. Knowing that their friends and his wife Amelia's lives depended on them, and he would stop at nothing to rescue them. As he ran, a goblin came into view, holding a sword approaching Amelia while she was holding something in her arms.

With a great jolt of force, Luis stabbed the goblin right as it raised his sword to Amelia. Piercing the monster's jugular vein, Luis watched as the goblin fell to the ground, its lifeless body twitching in its final moments.

Amelia let out a gasp of relief, tears of joy falling down her face. She turned to Luis, her eyes filled with gratitude, but as she did, a searing pain shot through her back, causing her to faint.

Luis rushed to her side, his heart pounding with fear. He saw the knife embedded in her back, the blood flowing freely from the wound. He knew that time was of the essence, that they had to get Amelia help, or she would surely die.

Covered in blood, charels rose coughing and deliarious due to the extreme amount of blood he lost Luis's eyes widened in horror as he saw Charels rise from the ground, coughing up blood and swaying on his feet. The sight of his friend covered in gore, with his body shaking from the loss of blood, made Luis's heart drop in his chest.

He knew that Charels was on the brink of death, that he needed immediate medical attention if he was to survive. Luis felt the weight of the responsibility on his shoulders, knowing that he was the only one who could save his friend's life and his wifes life.

Richard came into view from the dimly lit tunnel holding Raphael with their arms slung over each other.

With a sense of urgency, Luis pulled out a cloth from his backpack and applied pressure to Amelia's wound, trying to slow the bleeding. At the same time, he instructed Richard to carry Charles, who was barely conscious, and to follow him as they rushed towards the surface.

"Dude, I can't carry two people, and you cant carry Oliver and Amelia no matter how hard you try," Richard said.

"No, but I can carry him," Charles said, coughing up blood. "Amelia," He said, coughing one more time. "She healed me enough to walk barely, granted my intestines are hanging out," he said, laughing before entering into a coughing fit and stumbling around till he was able to stand up.

As Luis heard Richard's words, he could feel his heart racing with fear and desperation. He knew that time was of the essence, and there was no room for hesitation or doubt. With a determined look on his face, he quickly assessed the situation and made a decision.

"Richard, I'll carry Amelia. Charles, you take Oliver," he said firmly as he lifted Amelia's unconscious body with all his strength. He could feel her blood seeping through the cloth he had applied, and he knew that her condition was critical.

"Ok, everyone, I'm taking command now," Richard said "I'll be in the back to make sure any sneak attacks are swiftly dealt with."

Charles nodded in agreement, his face contorted with pain, but he didn't complain. Luis could see the determination in his eyes, a silent pledge to do whatever it took to survive and save their loved ones.