They sat on the cold, gunk-covered ground—coughing, panting, and mentally trying to process the living nightmare they just slid through.
It was… a lot.
The silence stretched, broken only by their labored breathing and the occasional splat of slime dripping from their clothes.
And then, like a slowly downloading JPEG of despair—Reality hit.
'Not good…' Finn thought, staring blankly into the dark.
He glanced over at Seraphina. She was still coughing, wiping herself off, chunks of green gunk sliding down her once-pristine priest robe. She looked like someone who'd been baptized in a septic tank.
"So… uh," Finn started, trying to pierce the awkward fog. "Do you know how to get out of this place? Or know anything about it?"
She gave him a glare between coughs. "No… I have no clue."
Finn nodded slowly. "Cool, cool… Did you know this cave was, like, this big?"
Her tone sharpened. "I don't know! Why are you asking me this stuff?!"
