Finn and Seraphina plummeted into the collapsing hole—swallowed whole by the trembling ground.
Seraphina had reached out in desperation, her hand outstretched toward Ardin.
But Ardin…
Ardin had stepped back.
Just enough to avoid her grasp. Just enough to save himself.
Her eyes widened in disbelief as she tumbled past him, falling into the dark void with Finn.
The light above faded fast.
Screams echoed as the abyss swallowed them.
"AAAAAAAAAHH!!" Seraphina shrieked in pure terror.
Finn opened his mouth—He didn't want to scream. He really didn't.
But he also didn't want to go insane in freefall.
So.
"AAAAAHHHHHHH—WE'RE GONNA DIEEEE—AAAAAAAHH!!"
His limbs flailed like a dying swan trying to swim through molasses.
Until—
Boing.
His hand landed somewhere. Soft. Round. Springy.
Finn blinked mid-fall.
'…Wait. Was that…?' His brain, in the middle of imminent death, focused all processing power on a single fact:
