Hand of Midas (1).
Cain covered his face to shield it from the dust as the wall crumbled to the ground...
His nose was immediately assaulted by a musty old smell. Once the dust settled, Cain looked up. He had just just blasted through to a different network of caves. However, this one was vastly different from the old one. For starters, it was much wider and bigger than the other two. The walls were also harder and thicker.
Cain was also shocked when he finally found the gems that were giving off such an intense glow. However, for obvious reasons, his mood had fallen significantly.
Right now, he was in the mood for mining, not fighting he didn't want to engage in any form of battle when he was unwinding. However, it seemed like he couldn't avoid this fate.
'To think I'd finally gotten some well-deserved peace.'
What made his mood even more sour, was the fact that the creature before him wasn't something he should be getting involved with.