The agonizing screams halted for a moment, giving the girls and skeleton relative peace to recover themselves and keep going. They knew that if they stopped they were dead, but being inside that place was as physically exhausting as being awake for 36 hours doing intensive labor. Their eyes tried to shut themselves, their legs trembled, and fatigue ran through their dehydrated bodies.
But the only thing they could do was to advance at a lower speed, never at a turtle pace and much less stopping for a second. Joining the damned would be their fate if they did.
"How long are we going to be here?" Lancelot asked, his voice dehydrated and tired, even if he didn't seem to be able or needy to drink water.
"That was not specified," Q responded. "Maybe we are about to finish, or we just started. Maybe we'll only leave when we've proved ourselves."
