Just thinking about that prevents me from stepping onto the magic formation in front of me.
Perhaps the demons here have realized my existence.
They know that I am in the narrow room.
And they know when I step on this magic formation in this narrow room, that I will once again be returning to that den.
Surely they are waiting for me.
Hiding, and waiting for that moment when I finally make my fatal mistake.
I have a hunch.
That there won't be a next time.