No matter what the Workers had said, there was something breathtaking about seeing the world with his own eyes. It sent a powerful shiver down his spine. Everything... there was no "everything". While the Cave had been strange, foreign and intimidating, this Overworld was vast and something else entirely. It was not home, it was not safe and here they were, expected to make the trek all the way to a City none of them recalled. Anselmo had made one thing abundantly clear: moving backward was not an option.

Abruptly taking in a deep breath, Liam began to cough on the accumulated dust. "Oh, fucking hell," he muttered, patting on his own chest to try and clear the passage. If this was an indication of how the rest of their journey was to go, then they were screwed.