Camilla follows him, parking herself in the doorway between the two rooms so that she can keep an eye on both the Master Warden and this surprisingly helpful yellow monster. When the door to the chamber whooshes shut, she unsheathes her sword, the movement almost exactly in time with Wayne’s grab for his own weapon. If Wayne happens to look back, he will see the girl looking inscrutable as ever, with only the slightest tightness around her mouth to show her concern.

“Warden, something’s happening,” she calls to Pal, who is making a grimace of concentration and doesn’t respond.

Meanwhile, a strange, soupy mist fills the chamber. It swirls around Wayne for a few moments, and then, just as it begins to dissipate, a skeletal monstrosity emerges from the darkness. With eyes that glow, it charges at Wayne, its scythe-like arms swinging.

“Warden!” Camilla calls again, more urgent now, rushing in to the pedestal room and bodily yanking Pal away from the glass panel. At the twitch of his wrist, the cage around his hand retracts. In the same moment, the mist in the chamber clears, the skeleton dissolves, and the door slides gently open.