My shoulder is going to break before the door.

Still it withstood his bashing, standing solid and metallic, each bang resonating strangely through the small cell-sized room. No window, no light. No other way out. But Wol couldn’t stop. Ree wasn’t safe, and the others didn’t know about Kreveca.

If only there was some kind of key…

That stopped Wol mid-smash. Key. Of course! Orthego interacted with their environment through sound. A musical key would open the door.

But which one?

Wol sifted backwards through his recent memories. He was no musician. Fighting down panic, he recalled the song Ortho had tried to teach him, the one that tickled his nose when he hummed the lowest note; the root note. That was it.

Eyes closed, Wol inhaled and tested his voice, seeking the correct tone. The walls around him reverberated as his voice descended to an even hum that settled and grew warm around him, like static electricity. The sound continued after he stopped.

When he opened his eyes, the door dissolved.