The group carefully crosses the frozen river path. Almost immediately after they reach the other side, the forest seems to have surrounded them. The tropic, coastal trees visible from the shoreline quickly melt into thick jungle. The light, whatever it really was, filtered in from overhead. The air was hot and humid. Sounds of life could be heard on every side, and yet, still no sign of where Krookodile could have gone.
The waterfall could still be heard off to their left. Ahead of them must still lead to the other cave wall, but who know what lay between them and there.
No telling what could be on their right, either.
They were, more than ever before, lost.