"So..."
"What's the plan? What direction?" one of the Silverunics asked, as they looked silently amongst each other.
Before them stretched a vast, unending plateau reeking of destruction and death. And here they were, standing on the back of lava whales, which were slowly sinking deeper and deeper into the molten ground.
They knew the assignment—walk through this first level and pass through all the dangers—but they didn't have any map or direction as to where the door to the second level was.
Should they go west, south, north, or east?
Where could the door be?
Should they part ways or stick together?
What if they stuck together and still went in the wrong direction? Then it would take forever to reach their destination.
But sticking together also meant their chances of facing monumental threats and surviving increases compared to being alone.
"We're a total of 24, are we not?" a male voice rang through the area, coming from the tallest and seemingly most mature of them.
