It was death to go back the way they came.
Skeletons pushed out from the cave walls and poured from that direction room towards them, racing as their inhuman growls filled the air.
An army of the dead.
It was a horror Belladonna had never witnessed in her entire life.
Maybe the necklace was indeed a trap after all.
The fun of leaving unsolved mysteries as mysteries was staying alive.
Moria was wrong and the people of Aniktaki were right to have decided not to concern themselves with this cave.
Well, it was too late for Belladonna now.
Wasn't it?
Her running steps fell into sync behind Alaris and he raced away in another direction, with his hand tight around hers in a firm grip.
She followed blindly, her steps unbalanced and uneven sometimes, her body juggling everywhere from the desperation of her run until she was side by side with him.
Every turn he took, she did too.
He lead and she followed.
Simple.
No questions asked.
