"Mitu…Māruka…Mortuus est. I become the fount by which Golb's ocean springs anew."

The words well up coldly inside him like a long-repressed memory. Finn looks up and out upon a sea of deep black stretching endlessly before him. Waves roll in, scattering as they meet against a similarly darkened shoreline. He is alone.

And then not alone.

A sickly, pale-green light filters up from the depths of the dark sea. It burns brighter and brighter until the water begins to froth and boil like pitch. A domed shape breaches the surface and continues upward into the air, revealing a massive obsidian sphere sheathed in emerald flames. Heat lashes out at Finn, knocking the wind out of him. Finn falls to his knees, a cold sweat pouring out across every inch of his body.

"W-hut's," Finn chokes, digging his fingers deep into the sand, "What's huh-happening to me?"

In answer, the fire surrounding the sphere starts to shift, rapidly coalescing into a single point. A green dot at the center of a black abyss, fixing on him with the cankerous intensity of a dying sun. The sphere sinks back; it flattens and expands until it merges into the sky itself. Toothy, lipless grins start to sweep outward from its periphery in every direction, devouring the sky until they eclipse it entirely. The ghastly clack of rotten teeth and slathering chops fills the air.

Finn's eyes flash, meeting the object's baleful gaze with a defiant glare. "THINK YOU CAN SCARE ME, EYEBALL?! DOESN'T MATTER HOW MANY TEETH YOU HAVE, I'LL SOCK 'EM DOWN YOUR STUPID SPACE THROAT!"

The mouths snap shut in an instant. Then, all at once, they twist back open and begin to cackle uproariously. The sound is earsplitting, choked with a caustic malice that Finn can feel trickling down into the pit of his heart.

"RGGGH!" Unbowed, Finn fights his way to his feet again and charges heedlessly into the searing surf with both fists raised. "DONK YOU! I'LL FIGHT YOU! I'LL FIGHT YOU!"

A voice explodes inside his mind:

"BURN"

"Finn, are you alright?"

Finn jolts upright from his slumping posture against the breakfast table. Princess Bubblegum is there on his right with a gentle hand resting on his shoulder. Jake's face is also stretched into view from his seat on the left, still mid-chew on his omelet.

"Huh? Oh, sorry about that, P-bubs," Finn yawns and stretches. "I had some major trubs sleeping last night. Freaky nightmare stuff."

"Oh my. That must have been one doozy of a nightmare to leave you so drained. Would it help to talk about it?"

"I, uh, can't really remember much of it…it had something to do with a ton of fire. And then someone laughing – at me, I think."

"Still not over Flame Princess, huh?" Jake says, giving his brother a teasing nudge.

"Dude, no!" Finn huffs, smacking Jake's elbow away and crossing his arms. "Nothing like that."

"Maybe a piping hot cup of coffee will clear all that dream bunk out of your head." Princess Bubblegum suggests brightly. "Would you care for some, Finn?"

"Sure."

Princess Bubblegum claps her hands. "Peppermint Butler!"

"Already on it, my shinning sugar Empress. A nice, royal dark roast for Mister Mertens." Peppermint Butler sidles up dutifully, pot in hand. With a practiced hop, he alights onto the table without so much as wrinkling the tablecloth next to Finn's plate and fills his cup.

"Yo, Pep-But, I could use a top-off over here, while you're at it." Marceline holds up her cup, giving it a little shake.

"Coming right over. Hup!" The butler preforms another graceful leap and lands next to Marceline's spot beside Princess Bubblegum. As usual, the vampire girl has elected to go without a proper chair, favoring instead to hover with just the heels of her boots resting up on the edge of the table.

Peppermint Butler twists a small dial at the top of the pot and decants a deep red liquid out into the offered cup. "And a lovely redbush tea blend for Miss Abadeer."

Marceline dips her fangs over the lip and sucks at the hue. She raises her steaming teacup with a satisfied smile. "Thanks, dude."

"Yeah, thanks, Peps." Finn says. He heaps several spoons-worth of sugar and cream into his drink before lifting it to his lips for a taste. "Hey, wait, I thought Uncle Gumbald dum-dum-ified you."

"True, Mister Mertens. But my liege, in her deific brilliance, has already concocted an antidote."

"Woah, really?"

"Yes, but I haven't perfected it yet. I managed to distill some of Lumpy Space Princess' lump essence and infuse it into an intravenous candy serum. It requires a lot of treatments before the subject returns to their original self. Peppermint Butler has a long way to go before he's completely recuperated." Princess Bubblegum shudders, "And acquiring the essence, itself, involves regularly shaving LSP."

"Speaking of bad sleeping habits and images that might cause them, I'm planning on staying up today so I can hang out with you guys. Got anything fun or adventurous we could go do?"

"Again, Marcy? You know I disapprove of how often you tend to flip your schedule."

"Relax, Bonnie," Marceline smirks. "What fun is staying up past your bedtime if you don't have someone always trying to force one on you? Anyhow, my nights this week have just been sooo boring! No gigs and hardly anyone to pal around with. I'd just be at home tuning my basses and listening to old records all night, otherwise."

"Yeah, PB!" Jake adds, having sprouted a second mouth from the side of his head while his first is busy scarfing down a stack of waffles. He pounds his first into the table, "Ya gotta capsize the system if it starts holding you hostage from the people you love!"

"Well…okay, but I wish you'd actually take the time to adjust your sleep incrementally instead of just flipping over on a whim."

Finn hums in agreement, draining more of his coffee. The caffeine really is starting to help him perk back up to his usual self. "If you're looking for adventure, Marcy, then I think I have just the biz. It'd be mostly out of the sunlight, too."

"Ooh la la, color me intrigued, Mr. Hero."

"You know that area outside the Candy Kingdom that some of the humans from Founder's Island have started to settle?"

"Oh, yeah, Humantown, right? Not the most creative name if you ask me."

"Well, what would you name it, then?" Jake asks.

"You know, a powerful name…something that'd look good on an album cover, like Deadhorse Junction or Immolation Station."

"Woah, those are good names. We should write our ideas down and mail it to them. We could even make some trial signs to show off."

"Apparently," Finn interjects, "there's a dungeon system that's hidden pretty close by. The humans asked me if I could go look and maybe clear it out if anything is lurking inside. Could have dank treasures or some ancient monsters to fight."

"That might actually be perfect, you guys. Let's do it!"

"Alright!" Jake leapt up and met his brother with a high-five.

"Heck yeah!" Finn pumped his fist. "It's been forever since we've had just a straight-up dungeon crawl together. What about you P-bubs? You want in on this?"

"Hmm, I don't know guys; I do have some research that I'd been planning on getting to…" Princess Bubblegum's gaze drifts from Finn and Jake to Marceline. The vampire quickly shifts her eyes to look as large and pitiful as possible. She also makes sure to add just the right amount of quiver in her lips. Princess Bubblegum rolls her eyes. "Ffft. Fine, I'll come with." She pushes back her chair and makes toward the breakfast room's entrance with Peppermint Butler at her heels. "Just let me get some of my exploratory tech together. Someone's gotta watch you three knuckle-heads."

"I'll go grab my dungeon kit from my place. We can meet over at the gates of Humantown in an hour."

"Sounds good, my rudest of dudes. I'm gonna go find something to wear." Marceline floats out after Princess Bubblegum. "And make SURE you pack some red for me to snack on. Something that Jake WON'T eat!"

"How's that new robo-arm working out for ya?"

Finn looks down at Jake from the oak branch he's reclining on. They'd arrived at Humantown a tad early and were now lounging about, waiting for the girls to turn up. Finn holds up his bionic arm, running his hand over it.

"Pretty math. It looks about the same as the other one. I think PB reinforced it with candy tech, so I don't lose it again. It also has a bunch more features built in, but I'm still testing those out. Watch this." Finn points his fist at Jake, "Arm: telescopic mode. Fire!"

With a hiss of compressed gas, Finn's arm shoots outward and streams toward Jake. On instinct, Jake stretched outwards and meets his brother's fist with his own in a classic "pound-it" move.

"You got stretchy powers now, too! That's rad, Bro!"

"Sure do. I think it's really going to beef up my combo list." Finn flexes and, with another hiss, the arm quickly retracts back to its original position.

"Seid gegrüßt, boys!"

With Marceline carrying Princess Bubblegum, the two royals swoop down from on high and land in the shade of the oak. Marceline is wearing a rawhide jacket, a pair of heavy battle gauntlets, and a wide-brimmed, bolero-style hat. Princess Bubblegum, meanwhile, is decked out in a light set of candy armor.

"Uh, yeah, a side-of-gray-grease to you guys, too! Y'all set?"

"Yup, I'm ready to bust some skulls open, if needed." Marceline punches a steel-clad fist into her open palm. "Lead the way, Finn."

"Should be over this way," Finn hops down from the tree and strikes northwest. "My mom said her scanners picked up the entrance in a grove by the hills."

"Ah, yes, your mother," Princes Bubblegum falls into stride next to Finn. "How are you doing with her nearby, along with all the other humans? I'd imagine that it's quite an adjustment to make."

"It's been a big flip from what I'm used to. I thought, for the longest time, that it was crazy to hope for even a hint of where I'd came from, but now…there they all are: my people, my human mom, just a hike away whenever I want. It's actually kind of intimidating, thinking about it."

"Well, your mother seems delightful from what I saw of her at the diplomatic meet, and the humans – they have a good-natured tenacity that I admire." Princess Bubblegum pauses, biting her lower lip. "I just hope that they don't start making any more presumptions about your relationship with them."

"How's that, PB?" Jake asks.

"I've been meaning to talk to you about it for the past few weeks, actually. After that stunt Leader Malloy pulled, you need to keep in mind that being human does not oblige you to lead them or fight battles on their behalf."

"Yeah, I know. Malloy really ganked up my trust, but it's still my mom and my peeps we're talking about; I'm going to protect them no matter what."

"Sounds like someone is a little nervous that loyalty to blood might supplant an oath to a certain princess." Marceline comments, floating in close to Princess Bubblegum to show off her smug grin beneath her hat.

"Please, guys, I'm not worried about Finn's loyalties. Finn, from what you told me about what happened when you first met your mother and Leader Malloy's tests, I think it's safe to say humans tend to overstep their bounds without realizing it. In this alien realm, they want to latch on to anything that looks even remotely familiar for comfort, and you will always be their primary target. I only want you to be mindful that you don't have to be everything at once for them, even if they start demanding it as payment for your heritage."

"Man, PB, that's a real heavy take," Finn sighs. "But I get where you're coming from. I'll be careful."

"That's all I ever ask."

"Pffft, yeah right, as if you don't ask hero boy to be our personal savior, like, every other month."

"Can it, Marcy."

The trek carries on quickly for another 20 minutes, interspersed with occasional rounds of banter amidst the four friends. Eventually, though, Finn catches sight of some tall ashes cresting an embankment in the distance and brings the group to a halt.

"That looks like the place up ahead. Jake, you mind giving me and PB a quick lift over?"

"Sure thing, pal. Let me just think…ooh, I know!"

Jake's body explodes outward around the pair in a jiggling mass of fat and muscle, then reforms around them as a pair of harnesses attached to what looks like a Jake-ified bi-cable ropeway. The rest of Jake extends outward, leaving fleshy support columns in his wake as Finn and Princess Bubblegum are swept along with him. Marceline soars right alongside them, humming a few notes before they are swiftly delivered to the center of the grove.

"Woof! That suit you got on is way heavier than it looks, Princess." Jake deposits the pair and reforms, huffing from his elaborate feat of elasto-mancy.

Princess Bubblegum holds up her wrist and a holographic display winks on in front of her. "I don't know why you felt the need to strain yourself, Jake," She replies while clicking a few buttons on her cuff. "We could have just as easily ridden you over."

"Ehh, what's the point of even having stretchy powers if you can't get creative with 'em?"

Finn pauses as he examines their surroundings. It's an old grove for sure; most of the remaining trees are scarred and gnarled with signs of a couple hundred years of growth. A few even have a bit of candy-infused parts starting up along their branches. Far more noticeable, however, are the strange totems, ceremonial knives, and charms nailed into their boughs and trunks. On the ground, too, are several piles of animal bones and three large stones completely etched over with glyphs. A druidic cult obviously set up shop here at one point. Whether active or abandoned, Finn can't quite tell quite yet.

"Not to harshen the mood or anything, guys, but can we hurry up and find this place? The sunlight's growing a bit too strong for this tranch's liking."

"Marcy, language!"

"Hey, you're not the one whose cheeks start to boil if you tilt your hat the wrong way. I want to be down deep in a dark, dank cave in the next ten minutes."

"We're trying, Marcy, but you'll have to give us a second. My suit's scanner is picking up a hollow area underneath us, but I can't determine an entry point, yet. Finn, you're the dungeon finding expert here, do you have any ideas?"

"Hmm, I'm thinking this druid-y stuff might have something to do with it. I don't think it's coincidence that a dungeon would be so close to where these guys were doing their junk." Finn approaches one of the stones and bends down for a closer look.

Jake sniffs at the air and makes a sour face, "It smells like musty ol' druid biz around here, I'll tell you that for free."

Finn motions for Marceline, "Hey, Mar-Mar, you wouldn't happen to know how to read all this druid scrab, do you?"

Marceline floats over and peers over Finn's shoulder. "Ancient demon scrawl and undead engravings are more my speed in the language department. I can't make any sense of this crud."

A voice answers from the trees. "They're instructions."

All four party members look up to find a familiar green-skinned nymph sitting cross-legged on a branch overhead. She meets their looks with an easy-going wave. "Yo."

Finn jumps up and whoops happily. "Huntress Wizard! What are you doing here?"

"Isn't this way outside your usual domain in the Dark Forest?" Princess Bubblegum asks.

"After all the to-do with Golb," Huntress Wizard explains as she gracefully descends to the ground, "I've decided to start keeping closer watch over the wooded areas directly outside of the Candy Kingdom, since that seems to be where most of this 'end of Ooo' biz tends to pop off. It's also because I'm very forward-thinking and attractive." She accentuates her last point by making a small pose while locking eyes with Finn.

"Uhh, that's great HW," Finn blushes. "Here's the deal, though: we're trying to find a way into a dungeon, and I think that these stones are our key to getting inside. Do you know if they say how?"

"Yup, they designate a specific triple key incantation ritual; it's a standard druidic security measure. It'd take a while to perform, but lucky for you guys, I can just ask the trees to let you in."

Huntress Wizard walks up to the nearest tree and puts both her hands on its trunk. She stands there for several moments, stock-still, her wooden antlers twitching slightly.

Princess Bubblegum glances at her friends and whispers, "Are you sure she knows what she's-"

Suddenly, Huntress Wizard lets out a primordial howl that echoes through the canopy and then releases the tree with a satisfied smile. "Viola."

A thin seam appears at the base of the tree and stretches out to the center of the grove. The crack then splits outward in a triangle, opening to reveal a set of stone stairs descending directly into a dark tunnel.

"Score!" Marceline exclaims as she glides down the first few steps, eager to escape the rising sun at her back. "Appreciate the assist, HW."

"No big. You dudes want me to tag along? If this dungeon was built by druids, it probably wouldn't hurt to have someone familiar with this kind of magic around."

"Well, I guess it would help to have another pair of eyes if we run into trouble," Princess Bubblegum replies. "And I never did properly thank you for all of your help with Golb and Uncle Gumbald…"

"What's with all this hemming and hawing junk, PB? HW is our treasured friend; 'course she can come along!" Jake stretches out, scooping Huntress Wizard and Finn up and depositing them at the head of the group inside the tunnel. "Here, you two, take point and don't be afraid to really scooch up close together…for tactical purposes."

"Hmph. Very well." Princess Bubblegum joins Marceline at the back of the pack and, together, all five venture into the darkened stairwell.

As if sensing their departure, the entrance quickly seals itself off behind them, leaving the band of adventurers navigating their way through pitch black.

Marceline sighs in relief. "Ahh, sweet darkness. How it nourishes me."

"Uh, guys," Finn waves his hand in front of his face, "I don't think I'll make the best point man if I can't see where I'm going. Like, at all."

Huntress Wizard leans in close next to him. "You can hold my hand if you want to, Finn."

"Just a second, I got it." Princess Bubblegum clicks another button on her wrist and a soft, mauve beam emanates from one of her suit's pauldrons. "There, all set."

Resuming their descent, Finn notices more etchings carved along the walls. With every step they take, they appear to grow in both complexity and abundance. "Do you know anything else about what we should expect in here, HW?"

"Eh, I've had my run-ins with this sect before. They believe that nature is the supreme expression of Golb's chaos, serving as the threshold by which Ooo will return to it. All hot garbo if you ask me and pretty much every other non-evil, nature-aligned entity around." She traces her fingers along the walls. "This place was magically raised fairly recently, though. They must have been emboldened when Golb showed up."

"Any idea what they might be up to down here?" Marceline asks.

"I'm not sure. They went through some major effort to keep this place concealed, so it can't just be for worship or any basic ritual magic. It's also weird that they'd pick a spot close to the Candy Kingdom instead of out in the middle of nowhere. Whatever it is, it's probably not good."

"We already took everything that Golb could throw at us," Finn belts out an enthusiastic right hook, "we can stomp some chaotic-evil acolytes squatting inside a dank hole."

The stairwell continues downward and gradually assumes a tight corkscrew pattern, forcing Finn and company into a narrow line. After following what seems to Finn like a single never-ending right turn, the steps suddenly level out and the tight corridor opens onto a thin masonry bridge suspended over a massive chamber. The room is so large that Finn can't see any of the furthest walls or a ceiling, even with the help of PB's suit. Below the bridge, though, he can hear water – deep water – rolling under them.

"What do you think, HW? There's traps or something on it, right?"

"Hmm. There's a stone door at the other side that has some subtle magics bound to it. The bridge, itself, has a bit of it, too. I'm not picking up any trip wires or false stones with my Huntress Vision, though."

"I could just fly us across one at a time, if you want."

"Flight or stretching won't help us if there're any magical proximity triggers."

"So, what?" Jake asks. "We just walk across and hope our heads don't explode?"

"Not necessarily," Princess Bubblegum reaches into a compartment on her belt and pulls out what looks like a spear shaft with a point at each end. She raises the device overhead and the two points fire outward, pulling a thin metal cable behind them. Both tips hit their mark, embedding into the walls both directly behind them and at the far side of the bridge.

"I can modify one of my gauntlet's offensive features to send a displacement pulse across this zipline. The field should knock out any magical or mechanical traps in its vicinity."

Huntress Wizard's eyes sparkle in approval of the Princess' improvisation. "Nice."

"Here goes." Princess Bubblegum clasps the pole in her left hand and the forward cable in her right. "Charging:" The line crackles within the monarch's grip. "Firing!"

There is an outward blast of pressure and a surge of energy leaps across the cable with a flash powerful enough to illuminate the entire room. Finn and company shield their eyes; the light dazzling them briefly. As the lingering aura around the line fades away, darkness douses the area once more. The group waits for a few moments more for any traps to spring. But all seems quiet.

"There. That should've taken care of-"

A low rumble interrupts Princes Bubblegum. Ahead of them, there is a booming crash as something big ruptures the door (and a large portion of the solid stone wall) at the far end of the bridge.

Marceline glares at Princess Bubblegum. "I thought that gizmo was supposed to conk out every trap!"

"Yes, and it did. Though, technically, I never said that using it wouldn't also attract monsters from further within."

"We've got some trubs, dudes." Huntress Wizard speaks up, drawing an arrow from her quiver. "There's a belligerent troop of wood woads heading right for us. It might be tricky getting past them all on this chokepoint. What's the plan?"

"We put these veggies back in the dirt; that's the plan! YEEEARHG!"

Finn hollers out a battle cry as he draws his sword and snatches the zipline out of Princess Bubblegum's hand.

Princess Bubblegum cries after him, but the young hero rushes forth heedlessly and casts himself off at breakneck speed. Laughing and with his blade aloft, Finn cleaves clean through the first group of wood woads advancing on his friends. Others begin to turn tail, scrambling over each other as they attempt to escape the path of the human thresher, but they too are summarily cut down. Finn's rout, however, is cut short as he's wrenched to an immediate halt. He looks over, and finds his sword embedded in the thick, oaken arm of a shambling mound. The hulking floral corpus regards him coolly for an instant.

"Uh, hey…" Finn gives the Night Sword a short yank, "can I get my sword back?"

The monster's only reply is to raise a brutally barbed vine above its head.

"Hoh boy."

Before the shambling mound can make good on its attack, an arrow lands dead center at its head (or, at least, what Finn would guess was its head) and erupts into blue fire. The creature makes a juddering hiss and stumbles backwards. Finn takes the opportunity to throw himself onto the bridge and then pry the edge of the sword back out of the shambling mound.

"Finn, you big dumb idiot!" Huntress Wizard calls out from behind. She and the rest of his friends are running down the bridge to regroup with him. "You can barely see what you're fighting out here."

"Yeah, ya butt!" Princess Bubblegum yells. She brings her palm forward and fires a concussive blast at the mound, pushing it further back.

Marceline swoops in, planting herself between Finn and the hoard. "C'mon, guys, you gotta admit, that was pretty rad on Finn's part. Plus, it gives me plenty of room to do this: RAAAAGH!"

The vampire queen melts into herself. Frothing, she swells up and outward as her body spontaneously fashions new tissues, limbs, and organs. Topping out at eight feet, Marceline re-solidifies into a monstrous lycanthrope form with six eyes, wings, and jagged spikes of bone protruding from her body. She grins down at her prey, revealing several rows of shark-like teeth.

"Glob!" Jake shrinks and retreats behind Princess Bubblegum's leg. "I keep forgetting that I am still very, very scared of her powers!"

Marceline runs a long serpent tongue across her jaws. "Chow time!"

She drops to a crouch and instantly pounces into the fray as a maelstrom of serrated teeth and razor- sharp claws. Hunks of eviscerated vegetation and sap fly everywhere.

"Man, I hope those guys can't feel pain." Finn remarks, looking on at the carnage unfolding out in front of them.

Huntress Wizard sidesteps the trajectory of a wood woad's severed arm. "Nah, they're all plant life; nothing in their husks except some corrupting magics."

"That's morally reassuring, I guess. Oh, and sorry about running off just then; the idea of using the zipline in a fight was too tempting to pass up."

"You don't have to tell me; I use my vines like that all the time. And they are cool when you get to use them in battle."

Finn smiles graciously at HW and turns to Princess Bubblegum. "Sorry to you too, Peebs. I should've asked before swiping the line from you."

"Yehuh…"

"Uh, Peebs? You okay?"

The Candy Kingdom's ruler appears thoroughly entranced by their rampaging friend's new form. Her eyes are unfocused and there is a faint tinge to her face as she watches Marceline rend another wood woad in half with bestial strength. Finn reaches out a hand and gently touches the side of her arm. She starts.

"Oh, uh, yes, Finn? You were saying?"

"He was apologizing to you for jacking your zipline while you were busy ogling Marcy's new goods." Jake answers matter-of-factly. He apparently saw fit to shrink down to the size of a hat and perch himself atop Princess Bubblegum's head.

"I was doing no such thing! I was simply studying her, uh, movements. She's given me an idea for a new type of harvesting tool. For the candy crops…that all my people eat.

Finn and Huntress Wizard exchange glances, doing their best to stifle the fit of giggles threatening to spill out over the ruler's embarrassment.

Princess Bubblegum fumes at the pair, but quickly diverts her attention to the dog lounging in her hair. "And get off of my head, Jake!"

"Okay, okay! You don't have to raise your voice at me." Jake stretches himself over and sits on Finn's shoulder. He looks off to Marceline. "Man, she's still tearing it up, huh?"

"We should move further in. It looks like most of the wood woads are either shredded or in full retreat."

"I'll go reign her in." Princess Bubblegum walks along the bridge, carefully stepping over puddles of sap. Marceline is sitting in a crouched position, gnawing at a wooden carcass like a chew toy. PB claps to get her attention.

"Good job, Marcy! We're heading further in; you can go ahead and shift back now."

Marceline rears up and spits the chunk of wood over the edge of the bridge. "Sure thing, Bubs. Man, it's been ages since I just got to go full ham on some low-level grunts like that." She stretches, and then reverts to her normal form just as the rest of the team joins them.

"All that transforming has me parched, though. Finn! Hook me up with some red!"

"I got cherries and some bars of sealing wax. Which do you want?"

"Toss a few cherries and one of those bars my way."

Finn retrieves the snacks from his pack and passes them over. His ravenous friend takes them and greedily sinks her fangs into both, draining them of their hue.

"Aw, yeah, that's the stuff," she says as she hands them back. "The burgundy in that wax was an excellent pick, you guys."

"No problem, Mar-mar. Is everyone else good? I got more snacks, if anyone wants some."

"Unless you've got anything that's still raw and bloody, I think I'll pass for now. Besides, we're wasting time."

"I agree with Huntress Wizard," Princess Bubblegum says. "We need to start moving again before any reinforcements decide to show up."

Nodding in mutual agreement, the five adventures pick up where they left off on the bridge and continue across the chamber. Ever deeper into the dark.