Desmond/Mondes, Detier, Olaf, Ulric, Josiane, Ashtad, Armando, Torben, and Helmut are all here, all running to make the relative safety of the broad, columned stone chamber before the deluge of red-sand swallows them up.
Desmond/Mondes does a quick check of the columns as his comrades rush into the place; they are a series of 8ft broad, squareish pilons that support the stone ceiling via a series of inverted-V-shaped arches at 20ft intervals, rough-hewn from an alien red-brow rock. They seem purely functional and undecorated, but there is little time for that. As the sand pours into the chamber behind our heroes, the red-light of the outside world is fading fast! If this continues (and there is no indication it will not), it will soon be pitch dark!
Welcome, then, to the Underworld.
What now?