The ramps that lead up towards the Paradise's outer Rim creaked and wobbled from where Bruce and Jenso climbed. Each relatively thin strip of wood seemed out of place in the rocky cavern, contrasted by Ashen Stalagmites, and an overwhelming abundance of powder laced boulders. The western portion of the cave sat just above [i]hell[/i], where Diver's dug deeper and fought for their lives on a daily basis. Explosions and debris from the occasional monster attack lay scattered about. Boulders were cracked in half, powder kegs were strewn about in pieces, and the usual crimson walkways made of solid stone were absent, instead replaced with the hastily crafted wooden pathways that Jenso and Bruce took caution in traversing. 

	As they approached the mouth of the western tunnel, Divers glanced in their direction fearfully. Nobody headed west, not since the slaughter two years ago, long before Bruce was among Luke's ranks. What exactly were they getting themselves into?