The entrance he found was high up the surface of Ignis but unmistakable in a yawning pitch-black fissure. He threw himself in quickly, the rapid beating of his heart quelled somewhat by the safety of being out of sight. In the dark he pushed through pure feel. He tripped and caught up on rocks and slag deposits. The ceiling was low, and jagged rock occasionally painfully prodded against his side. He squirmed and slid awkwardly, padding his way in the uncomfortable dark. He supposed he could try and use his flame breath to get through, but before he could further consider such a course, a dim light became evident straight ahead. He quickly moved toward it, breathing a sigh of relief as the oppressive darkness gave way. 