Ford walked slowly forward, up the cliffside. Part of him knew how silly it was to leave the others behind in the cave when his powers weren't working, but the illogic of his decision didn't quite reach his mind.
He pressed onward, up, climbing the shelves ahead of him through the blinding sheets of rain.
Whatever was at the top, he needed it. Badly.
Lightning struck all around with increasing frequency and intensity, but he ignored it, plodding upward.
The air crackled with magic. Palpable magic. As the lightning struck the ground, Ford felt he could reach out and touch it. Restore his abilities, for they were gone at the moment.
Shelf after shelf, he climbed through the cascading waterfalls that flooded down the cliffside, as if he were scaling a riverbed.
At the top, he could not know what waited. Below…
Well, there was only darkness below. Each level disappeared after his feet left it behind.