Normally, a dastardly trap makes me immediately regret my own greedy actions, but with how slow this thing is moving, I kind of don’t regret grabbing the Chalice of Darkness at all. I think I’m going to take a minute, sip some this pure cosmic black ink, and take in the craftsmanship of the room. It took some real mechanical knowhow to pull this off.
I’m looking around at my co-adventures, all pleading “do something!” and “it’s closing!” and we’re all just living in the moment, there’s not a phone in sight.