Dirt Cave

In the dimly lit cavern, the flames roared, their fiery tongues licking at the earthen ceiling above. The construction site, a labyrinth of metal and dirt, stood as a testament to the chaos that had unfolded. Greg rushed out of the vehicle, his eyes fixated on the billowing flames that threatened to consume the entire underground chamber.

The conflagration cast eerie shadows upon the rough-hewn walls, and the heat was stifling, making it difficult to breathe. Greg's voice trembled as he spoke, "Yeah, something tells me this ain't gonna fare very well with Laurent."

Louis, his composure slightly shaken, followed Greg out of the car. The wave of scorching heat washed over him, and he grimaced in discomfort. Just as we began to regain our footing, another explosion shook the ground beneath us. A deafening roar filled the cavern as dirt erupted from the same area where the car had been engulfed in flames.