Running off into the Deepwood without a bearing is suicide. You would become lost in a matter of moments and never find your way out. As you frantically search for another escape route, you catch sight of tiny lights off in the distance. Looking closely, you see small jars filled with glowflies hanging from the trees, dozens of them, forming a crude pathway that winds off into the darkness. The glowflies would not last long in those jars, which means someone is maintaining them. It clearly leads somewhere, and considering what you have chasing you, anywhere is better than here.

Keeping one hand on your blade, you release the Wire and follow the lights.

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