Wooyun tightened his jaw, forcing himself to keep walking.
It wasn't the horrors themselves that were dangerous; it was how they crept into your mind, making you doubt what was real and what wasn't, until the line between the two ceased to exist.
Behind them, Gyu-min cursed again, but there was a sharp edge to it now, a sign he was fighting not just the whispers, but whatever they were showing him. "Whoever came up with this torturous stage, kill yourself."
"That would be the Demon Lord," Wooyun said, cutting through some of the tension.
"…Oh. Uh…I take back what I said." Gyu-min said as he unconsciously eyed the man who was sitting above them.
