That question started to look more valid the more he observed Slick Jones and thought it over.
I'm not gonna sit around and find out.
Finn's eyes moved across the twenty-two archways, trying to determine which to choose. His Error vision was still showing him nothing, so any choice he'd make would be purely by instinct and luck.
He grit his teeth, about to select the corridor that called out to him, when suddenly the Blessed moved.
Ailin walked forward with her characteristic calm, heading directly toward one of the corridors. The twenty-second one. The last in the circular arrangement, positioned opposite where they'd "entered" the hall.
Finn felt relief wash through him. The Blessed had made a choice, and her judgment had proven supernaturally accurate throughout their journey. If she was choosing this corridor, then…
"Anyone who wants to live should follow me," Finn announced loud enough for everyone to hear.
