Rowan did not know how to respond to that question. How was he to know the features of this cave when it was buried the moment the rain of bones began? But then he only had to look back at his memories, and he wanted to slap himself; the cave had never disappeared, he had simply not been looking down at the ground all this time, not that it would have done him any good.
He had rightly assumed that the cave would have been covered by the rising mound of bones, and due to his limited perception inside this body, he could not pierce through the dense walls of falling bones.
With the number of bones falling from the sky, Rowan had been fighting inside darkness; there were not even spaces for air to pass in between the falling bones, as his situation was more as if he was wading through a sea of concrete moving at dozens of times the speed of light.
