Woke

Atticus had walked a significant distance into the cave already, but he just couldn't shake this terrible feeling; something about the current situation was wrong.

Magnus' words replayed in his mind. 'Trust your instincts,'

Atticus repeated those words and suddenly stopped moving. He should not ignore the fact that his instincts were screaming at him.

Atticus turned his gaze up and focused it on the ceiling. 'In a setting like this, the problem will always come from here,'

Atticus maintained his stare even after some minutes had passed. And just when he thought that it might have been a false alarm, Atticus saw movement.

It was very little, very subtle, but it was definitely movement!

A small part of the darkness on the ceiling had moved, briefly showing the glowing fungi on top of the ceiling.