Ronald and his companions took a wrong turn.
Or, to be more precise—they couldn't find the right path to continue.
In the whole space, the suspension bridge connected to the trees was clearly the final exit of the maze.
But from a vertical perspective, Ronald and his companion scrutinized repeatedly, unable to find a spot to jump onto the suspension bridge. This thing seemed like a truth isolated from cognition, known to exist but impossible to grasp.
Catherine asked Ronald beside her:
"Ronald, have you found a way to get down?"
Ronald shook his head:
"No. Not to mention the correct route to jump down, even the bridge below is frighteningly narrow, nearly impossible to cross."
Searching the suspension bridge within their sight.
The only thing close to the correct path was a suspension bridge barely as wide as a foot, and there was also a five to six meter vertical distance between them.
