Prometheus' fears for the light came true, as suddenly and without warning, a bolt of hot energy surged from the ground, attaching itself to the roof of the cave were several inscriptions began to glow.  Slowly, the walls and floors began to move inward, and before he knew it, the cave was half as small as it was before.  The others had successfully made it out, thank the lord, but the distance for the clay avatar to cross in order to escape was long.<br/>Without a moments hesitation, rometheus scrambled to his feet, lunging far across the room.  With the speed of a god, he dashed passed the gears and moving pieces, and finally came tot the core of the room, the energy surge.  He made to move past it, but something seemed to draw him closer.  The beauty of the light made him complacent, and calm.  It's lovely shimmering rays seemed almost... inviting.  Prometheus made a step towards it, and then, another.  The energy seemed so lovely, and yet there was something about it that was almost... sinister.  Prometheus drew back, what was he doing?<br/>As the room's walls squeezed around him, he made one final desperate push to escape, flying through the ash- filled air and landing in the dirt outside of the cave.  Slowly, the walls closed forming a spherical prison, never to be opened again.<br/><br/>"Strange," Prometheus said, "I almost want to know what that thing was..." Prometheus stood, brushing ash off of him.  Slowly he staggered onward.  "Come, we have to keep moving, that place is sure to attract something here..."