Clark slid down the rope, the fibers making a zipping sound as they rubbed against his leather gloves. His feet hit the ground with a thud.

He glanced about the cave, squinting into the darkness creeping in around him. He lifted his wrist, pointing his watch into the dark. He turned slowly, until the device began to blink. That way.

He trudged through the cave, tripping over rocks and cracks along the path. The light from the hole he had dropped down had long since faded by the time he saw it ahead; a blinking that matched the one on his watch. His steps quickened and his heart pounded in his chest. He was so close to it.

He emerged from the tunnel into a small cavern, illuminated by the glowing of a golden orb. Clark couldn't stop the grin that spread across his face. He slowed his steps, a kind of reverence and awe coming over him as he approached the relic. Licking his lips, he reached a hand out to touch the object, but stopped before his fingers grazed the surface.

His heart started having one palpitation after another, and he struggled to catch his breath. His fingertips tingled with energy, almost as if electricity was jumping off the orb and into his hands. He tried to take a step back, but his legs gave out from under him. A rock sliced his palm open as he tried to catch himself. Dizziness began to overwhelm his senses, his eyes screwed shit to try and fight back the nausea. 'I should have listened to all the warnings,' was the last thing he thought before he succumbed to the darkness. 'This wasn't worth the profit.'