It took several hours of excruciating rounds of hide and seek with various close shaves with death, as the remaining four Ascendants dodged the forests of tentacles until the opportunity for escape came once more.
In the months they had stayed in this maze of darkness they had learned to adapt their movements and reaction to this place, throwing out everything they knew about Calamity gods and relearning how to survive.
This was a terrifying concept because, after millions of years of endless battle, the capabilities of Calamity were documented and understood, nothing in all of history could explain this number and the weird nature of this darkness that had imprisoned them, plus the clear sign of intelligence that had lured the Ascendants into this place.
They needed to escape, this was bigger than them all, and if the Ascendants were not warned of what was coming, they would not understand that the world was already lost.
