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"A quest, I see. . .," says Zuriel chuckling nervously while carrying Helena in his arms. "Well, how do we get out of here?" He has been trying to teleport out of the whale's mouth for hours but he can't seem to do it. Not even send a message to his comrades. "What a strange place." He looks around but all he could see are luminous plants and rocks. "Some vegetation thriving on soft fleshy terrain," He sniffs the air. "the air is mildly pungent, and there appears to be no clue of intelligent organism anywhere. . ."
*Rargh!!!*
He grows wary, bending his knees a little to be ready to bounce whenever he needs to.
"Alright," he whispers. "some animal—probably a predator survived."
Then Helena opens her eyes. "Ugh. . .," she groans, feeling dizzy.
"You're finally awake," he says as he lets her sit on a fallen log.