Scott had been just about to say to the skeleton's first point that yeah, Landel would probably give orders exactly like that, and more likely than that, there would be some sort of traumatic shadow creature or random portal or sea gnome or whatever snapping right at their heels after them. Honestly, the fact that S.T. had gotten away with just getting drenched in dead juice was kind of a miracle, all things considered.

If they were going to keep up that kind of luck, Scott could only see one answer to S.T.'s question when they reached the doors. "Devil we know. Definitely devil we know," he answered, following Harvey's gesture and starting to open the same door from the previous night. "We know we won't die once we get to the end of this one, so that's at least five more minutes we can be guaranteed to stay breathing tonight." Provided there was a way out of that pool of water once they got to that point, anyway. Fingers crossed.

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