"Hi." Yvann replied, which Szeina noticed was a little awkward. However, before she could give it some thought, a light brightness caught her attention.
It resembled that of a door opening and an old man wearing a blue robe with a golden pattern on its hem stepped out, his beard cascading down his chin up to his chest.
Clearing her throat, Szeina managed to disentangle herself from Yvann, the latter gently putting her down.
She was happy to see that everyone seemed to be there. But then again, it wasn't something she should be so happy about. They were all stuck, meaning no rescue would ever come if they fail to save themselves.
The old man eyed each one of them, his golden irises falling on Szeina last. A gentle smile has formed on his thin lips.
"You have quite a journey ahead of you, young lady. You need to step up your game if you want to save more people."
"Uh, who are you?"
