Coming out of the dungeon was a strange experience—almost like a birth in a sense. There was the dizzying darkness and the narrowing tunnel molding around you as you came to the stairs and began the ascent. Neville climbed and climbed until his quadriceps burned with the effort and he felt it would be easier to give up and slide all the way back down than continue upwards. His breathlessness was hard to contain—he fought to breathe efficiently. Likewise, beside him Luna was struggling—her face was red from exertion and she sounded quite out of breath.