Björn stared at the barrel in his hand, his expression unreadable as Mahu's words echoed in the desolate realm around them. "Ah, the Upside Down," he murmured, turning the barrel in his hands as if contemplating something.
"And why should I care about that cursed place?" Björn asked, locking eyes with Mahu.
Mahu leaned forward slightly, her smirk never fading. "Because the expansion of the hole threatens more than just your people. It will consume everything, even the remnants of what you once held dear. You may not care now, but if the Upside Down breaches further into this world, your precious kingdom, your war, and all that you've built will be swallowed whole. You'll lose everything—again."
Björn's grip on the barrel tightened, the wood creaking under the force. "Unfortunately, I don't have much knowledge of the Upside Down."
