"What... what just happened?" Lewis gasped, looking over the railing into the dry, empty pit below. The boiling blood had vanished entirely. "Did we die? Did we do it wrong?"
Mercius adjusted his grip on his sword, narrowing his eyes at the sight around them. But Percival was as still as a solemn statue.
His head remained raised up as he stared into the darkness where the giant clock hung. He watched it flared to life once more.
⸢03:00⸥
"We're back on the ground again!" Lewis realized. "Everything reset. Why? Did we fail? We reached the top, didn't we?"
"Yes, we did," Percival muttered, his brows drawing together in a deep frown. "Maybe we weren't fast enough. Maybe there's a mechanism we missed on the door. A trigger."
He wasn't certain. In fact, he wasn't certain of anything he was saying. But there was no time to begin to recalculate.
