The rest of the week passed fairly quickly.
The group focused on making it to the other side in peace, and on the seventh day, it finally came into view, close enough to be seen by the moss light.
Up ahead was their destination, a large cliff wall that took up the entire horizon in front of them.
The end of the cavern.
Dark. Jagged. Endless.
It rose from the depths like the spine of something old and long dead, curving high into the cavern's ceiling like a god's teeth gnashing down from above.
Somehow, the light from the moss flickered weaker here, explaining why they had to be so close to even see it.
But the lack of strong light meant there were more shadows over the cliff's face, where strange indentations ran down the stone like claw marks.
They had no idea what was waiting for them there. Was it danger or salvation?
They'd have to trust in Ren. He'd never led them wrong before.
Zuzu stood at the helm of the boat, squinting into the darkness.
