Camilla nods. Is that a touch of wistfulness in her expression? She seems to smile gently, her brows knitting together slightly. “The Warden’s good at calling the shots,” she says. “You just can’t let him get too cocky.”
By now, the entire skeleton has melted away, save for the creature’s pelvis, which sits at the middle of the room, slowly revealing a a small black box with a grey screen hidden within it. Crouching down beside it, she says, “You have? You’ll have to tell me about it, in case we run into something similar down here. Do you always wield an axe?”
On the mysterious box’s screen, a green status bar rises slowly: 15 percent, 26 percent, 83 percent. Then, with a click, it pops open.
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By now, the entire skeleton has melted away, save for the creature’s pelvis, which sits at the middle of the room, slowly revealing a a small black box with a grey screen hidden within it. Crouching down beside it, she says, “You have? You’ll have to tell me about it, in case we run into something similar down here. Do you always wield an axe?”
On the mysterious box’s screen, a green status bar rises slowly: 15 percent, 26 percent, 83 percent. Then, with a click, it pops open.
There’s nothing inside.