Memories flashed in his mind like a nightmare as Ori witnessed the destruction of the altar. The dark energy and the senseless chaos distorted his mind, for he was reminded of the twelve years he fought against the fallen beings.
"This is going to blow up, pun intended," said Maryam as she looked around. "There is only one weapon that can cause this destruction, and it should not be used now."
"A weapon?" questioned Oriole with confusion. "Are you saying that a weapon and not the corrupted caused this?"
"A different kind of corruption," she said while pulling his arm. "We need to leave because the guards will be arriving soon. Follow my steps into that groove over there."
Her arm pointed toward a slight depression in the far walls, crumbling away. Oriole could see some lights inside the crack, and it must be the path she mentioned before. Maryam pulled him out toward the far end of the stairs and the crater's edge.