In the dim light, Korig's expression grew more serious, "But jokes aside, we've been lucky so far."
"This abyss doesn't seem to be in the mood for mercy. We need to stay sharp."
Aurora, her analytical mind kicking in, nodded, "Agreed. Our luck won't last forever. We've got to be prepared for whatever comes next."
Ezra, his tone turning slightly somber, added, "And we've got to remember, this victory doesn't make us invincible."
"We dance on the edge of danger every time we take a step in this abyss."
...
The intermittent flash of the flashlight created a play of shadows on their fatigued faces.
They sat in contemplative silence, the reality of their precarious situation sinking in.
The abyss was a relentless adversary, and each victory felt like a temporary reprieve in an ongoing struggle for survival.
Korig broke the silence, "You know, for a moment back there, I thought we might not make it."
