Or so they thought it was the exit…
Well, technically it was the exit. Except the entrance had collapsed, leaving only a few tiny holes to wriggle through to the other side.
They stood before it, listening to the distant chirping of crickets and other unknown creatures. Freedom—or at least the idea of it—was calling.
A few cracks let some light in, illuminating the path. Lysithea's eyes glowed faintly in the dark, which was helpful… but also slightly ominous.
"How are we supposed to get out of here?" Seraphina asked, looking at Finn like he held the secrets of the universe.
"How am I supposed to know?! You ask me like I know everything."
"Well… didn't you ask me a bunch of things and I kept telling you I don't know?"
Finn's eyes narrowed. "Nope. Never did that." He crossed his arms, staring dramatically into the void.
"You did… well, I only asked because I thought you were smart and would know how to—"
