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Finn held on to a blackened, blasted tree root, one foot dangling over a sheer drop that a quick and frightening glance told him went down far enough that there were dark angry waves where the floor should be.

The sea. On both sides. He was on some sort of narrow cliff jutting perilously out over the waves.

And he had come within a Manticore’s whisker of falling straight off, had thrown a hand out just quick enough to save himself. For now.

He wrapped his arms around this lone root and prayed it would not break. He never wanted to let go.

Above him was dark cloud. Below him was darker sea. And behind him on the cliff, he realised, was a pair of boots bigger than his head. Three claws were sticking through one of them. The Cyclops.

“Don’t be trying to fly out of here,” said the deep-voiced Legend, offering a hand.

Finn’s grip slipped a little on the slimy root. He grunted with the effort of holding on, but he wouldn’t be able to for much longer. He felt dead either way.

Then a more familiar voice intruded.

“Accept that helping hand,” it said.

Finn saw four paws on the ledge now. Beside them, the lime-green arrowhead of a snake dropped into his eyeline.

“We need your help,” said Hiss, “and you won’t be much use if you’re dead.”