Dáinn stood in the center in front of the door, in an attempt to protect the party from any unwanted surprises; like ones they'd faced throughout the maze. The door opened with a loud bang, followed by a chilling air wafting towards them. As if trying to ward them off, the air grew colder and sharper, condensing right in front of their eyes- condensing to a thick miasma of rotting flesh.
A premonition hit them; it wasn't safe. But no matter the path ahead of them, their ambition was sturdier than ever. Cassiel rolled his fingers into a tight fist, to strengthen not just himself but also his will. After years of unknowing, he was finally a step closer to home.
He cannot possibly turn back. Dáinn noticed the stiffened omega beside him and held his fist in a gentle grip. It was a promise that he was going to continue on with him.
Keanu let out a heavy breath, "We can do this guys, it will be fine."
