After the gurgling puddle incident, Finn and the gang were on the move again—putting distance between themselves and whatever the hell that last mess was, heading deeper into the cavern.
Finn, meanwhile, was not okay.
In fact, he was slowly descending into madness.
From watching Chestelle get absolutely bodied by a slime monster… to watching her sit up and giggle like it was all a prank—it was like reality itself had decided to mock him personally.
He could still taste the bile from earlier. That wasn't metaphorical.
It felt like everything around him had become some unholy fever dream. A game show designed to ruin his mental health.
And yet, even as they ventured farther, something else began gnawing at him.
There was something wrong with this cave.
Yes, the Midwife had mentioned levels—sections of the cavern, each with increasing danger. But this current area? It didn't feel like Level Two.
It felt like Level Three Point Oh My God Kill Me Now.
