Wooyun glanced away, clearing his throat, suddenly feeling guilty. "Uh, we fell under that flower's spell, but don't worry. It's been taken care of."
"The flower?" Dasom called, still feeling disoriented.
Wooyun nodded. Now that the flower had been disposed of, the garden returned to its usual calm and tranquility. Now the problem was how to leave the actual room itself so they could get to the next stage.
"So? How do we get out of here?" Gyu-min asked, voicing Wooyun's own thoughts.
Dong-geun glanced at the fallen flower, then at the vines before settling on the pillars lining up the walls of the place. Chan-woo followed his line of sight, and his eyes settled on the walls.
"We can just punch through the walls," Chan-woo said.
