[Some Minutes Ago.]
[In the formation.]
Supreme and his group sat on the water, not caring one bit, their gazes were fixed on the riddle.
"It can't be touched and can't be felt. It can't be seen, or heard, or smelt. It lies beneath stars and under hills, and any empty holes it fills. It comes early, and follows after, ends life and kills laughter. What am I?"
"Are we ever going to leave this place?"
Blood-Arrow who sat on his right asked, her gaze fixed on the wall.
"We will, there's just something we're missing." Supreme answered in a calm tone.
"Why are you still calm in this situation? We don't know what's happening outside, or how to get out from here, we don't even know if answering this riddle will get us out from this formation."
Supreme sighed. "We must always think positively, even though the situation looks bad."
"Micky is right, Erika. I just know we'll get out from here."
