The sun was fading. The moon was rising. And Finn… was already questioning his life choices.
He and the squad now stood awkwardly just outside the entrance to the slime cave, bathed in that eerie twilight glow that made everything feel a little too ominous for comfort.
Camping inside the cave?
Absolutely not.
Sure, it might've been the logical choice—shelter, closer proximity to their goal, maybe less bugs. But also?
Slimes.
Slimes everywhere.
And Finn knew better. He had already made the mistake of sleeping near slimes once. Once. That incident with Majestria in the last cave still haunted him in a way that was very not okay.
'Screw that.'
So, using the collective power of their shared singular brain cell, the party unanimously decided to camp outside the cave, nestled in the woods nearby.
It was safer. Probably. Also, they were tired. Really tired.
