Syssoi ran in the secondary tunnels, stopped at each visible access, immersed his exacerbated senses there in search of a valid clue, and then resumed his way to start again. This damn mine looked like Swiss cheese. He stopped for a moment and leaned against the rock to rest a little. His delicate hearing picked up many detonations in the distance. His friends were fighting and what was he doing? Annoyed by his weakness, he punched his support and started walking again. A few more minutes, he decided, and he would turn around to join the battle. It’s out of the question to hide here! Suddenly, he stopped. A smell, albeit tenuous, reached him from a side tunnel, half-collapsed. He dipped his head into it, breathed deeply several times, and then smiled, happy. Excited, he picked up a stone,
