Bab 281: Oh, Oops.

Three skeletons and Jay brought their swords down, foolishly so, onto high-pressure roots. A minor cut was all it took to release a dangerous jet of high-speed fluid.

The jets damaged each of their swords and flung their arms back; Lamp fell off the bundle of roots, almost shattering the glowing jar mounted in its shepherd’s crook.

The cracks in the roots split wider, and shot against other roots, also cutting them open with ease.

“Oh shit,” Jay ran towards the door, hiding on the other side and expecting its opening. The skeletons followed Jay along, seeing how the situation changed.

The fluid gushed out with tremendous force, forming a larger and larger fountain, and ripping apart the remaining roots as if they were paper.

Finally, a deep rolling sound came from Jay’s side - the door was cracking open and light gleamed out.