Ankyra Sound burning, falling down so many times before

There was a caterwauling from within the cavern that even the beachcomber could hear, for it hit the walls and came echoing out with a great amplification. Firefly may have been injured, but in those fleeting moments of sublime reaction, he didn't feel even a slight twinge in his bad leg when he bolted from the sandy shore towards the cave.

As he reached the entryway, he noticed the smoke-faced matriarch racing in the opposite direction. She skid and spun, her yellowed gaze narrowed and directed towards the cave where she had been lurking, but nothing came out. Firefly came up beside her and opened his mouth to ask what the hell was going on — but in doing so, he breathed in the scent that dominated the airway, and his blood ran cold.

The scent reminded him of something, but he had no word for it. Couldn't quite focus. It made him think of his dreams of late, those that plagued him in sleep and those that distracted him while he was awake — the blood, the screaming, the — What the fuck is it? He curtailed his thoughts by shooting the question at Caiaphas, as if directing his fear-turned-rage towards her with his abrasive tone.