Our heroes climb a long, winding staircase. In the background, there are various spikes, grand cathedrals, and... what's this? Some blue bloodstains? Probably not important.

Sunny
* Hff, hff... Christ almighty...
* Whose idea was it to put all these fuckin' stairs here...?

It wasn't anyone's idea.

The stairs are here
because they are.

Sunny
* See, I'm calling bullshit there.
* A flight of a hundred-odd stairs doesn't just fuckin materialise outta thin air.
* Shit, even mountains end up where they are cause of erosion and shit.
* Things exist because of reasons.

No they don't.

Sunny
* Wh- uh.
* Hm.

—Polyta—
You don't have a witty response to that one?

Sunny
* I'll be honest, mate, I straight shot do not know how to argue this basic a premise.
* I think she's got me stumped!

—Polyta—
Oh...! Aaha, well, there's no dishonor in knowing when you're beaten...

—Jiro—
...
Her logic is simply unimpeachable, isn't it?
I think she's right, about this world at least
Lore is overrated anyway
Looking for meaning is what idiots do to make themselves feel better
Sometimes shit just sucks

I don't care about this conversation.
Not important anyway. It's time be serious.
We're...
here?

The gang has arrived at the chamber with the 'Escape' door, but it's overgrown now. Grass covers the floor, and ivy creeps up the walls and pillars. There are flowers of various kinds peppered amongst the growth. The thick vines worm their way up the marble columns.

Why are there plants here!?
There weren't any plants before.

—Jiro—
...
Maybe they... redecorated?
Maybe this is the wrong door
Maybe it's just... the plants are here because they're here...?

This isn't one of those!!!!

This is one of the ones where there's a reason for it.....
These plants have treacherous intent, I know it.

Sunny
* Is there a logic here or are you just concocting this shit on the fly.

—Yuno—
Wait... I recognise these!

Yuno kneels down among the plants, observing various magical looking flowers.

—Yuno—
This is burnthistle, and these are smokeybells, and over there, those are turtle roses...!
But what are they doing down here? They look strong and healthy, I wonder if someone has been tending to them...?

Are they going to try to kill us?

—Yuno—
Oh oh, um, no?

They're not worth caring about.
Ignore them.

A mass of hands rises up from the pit in front of the door.

We have more pressing concerns now.


—Polyta—
One last fight, everyone. We're almost there!

—Jiro—
...
Here we go...
Get ready.
Wish it could have been longer before I had to go back home


—Yuno—
...Um. What's that tube thing?

Sunny
* Tube thing?

Two of the hands in the mass are holding Nix's old rocket launcher.

—Polyta—
Ah, I see it! What is that?

Sunny
* Oh shit oh shit OH SHIT

The hands fire a rocket past the party! Jiro and Sunny push the girls out the way of the shot!