Warm Night turned back and focused his magic again on the rusted handle of the lever. The stubborn thing refused to budge, and he couldn’t tell if it was from the weakness of his own magic or the lever itself. He looked down at the darkness far below, the dark fire raging around the metal wreckage as the smoke obscured its rage. He looked between it and the lever as Handy pushed himself up on the cave. He turned to look at the unicorn. “What are you waiting for!? If you don’t pull the lever, we’re not getting out even if we don’t suffocate!” Handy said.