Azmond aimlessly walked in circles, attempting to find a way out…
He really wanted to believe that an entrance would just reveal itself right before his very eyes. But he knew that was just wishful thinking. So instead of aimlessly walking into a vast horizon of sea that stretched on for untold distances,.
He instead turned his attention toward the sky.
"The way out must be up there." Azmond spoke with a resolute expression.
It was just a gut feeling of his. An instinct that told him the way out stemmed from something in the sky.
The only problem was that he didn't know how to fly, not that he would be able to fly even if he could.
This place restricted quite a number of things, and one of those things just happened to be his ability to fly.
"Maybe I can just jump really high...? It has always worked for me before, so I don't see why it would stop now." His impassive voice echoed out before his tall figure got into a leaping stance.
