In the gloomy underground maze, there was a group of plumy "adventurers" that were running wild breathlessly.
Suddenly, the leader noticed pink gleams.
The brilliance wasn't strong but gave him a sense of security. He faintly felt the place where the light was must be safe. Hence, he immediately clamoured, elevated the soul and ran towards that direction.
That moment, everyone had already lost the ability to differentiate direction, like a herd of mountain goats running behind the "bellwether."
Not knowing after how long, they took another turn and there was a sudden brightness. There was a bonfire with raging flames on an empty land nearby. Next to the bonfire, there was two small tents and a brawny man that was boiling a pot of hot soup that gave out a delicious smell that filled the air.
"Safe zone!"
"It's safe zone!"
"We are saved!"
"God… We finally escaped!"