As the pair stepped through the crack into the unknown heart of the ancient temple, Travis felt a strange sense of foreboding growing in his chest. The shadow realm had fled, shedding light upon the hallway once more. However, the red-haired explorer knew that this was not the same reality he had left minutes earlier. Something was drastically different.
Pushing the thought aside, he followed the machine through the crack and into a whirlwind of sensation. Time seemed to mean nothing in this room; indeed Travis felt as though years were being lifted away from him even as he gained wisdom far beyond his true age. The Thaynes, or whatever ethereal beings held sway over this temple, certainly enjoyed their fun.
The high priest of the temple announced his presence before them in a burning blaze of light, entering their field of vision on the far side of the room. After he posed his riddle, the Scison’s charge turned to him to see if he had questions. Did he ever.
“Chains, rope, cut, die,” Travis summed the riddle into its keywords and shook his head vigorously from side to side. “Yeah, I think I’ll be fine.” As the machine turned back to look at the network of cords and chains, Travis muttered to himself, “No idea where to start though.” With her ‘superior’ logic processes, the red-haired explorer hoped his companion would be better suited to solve the problem posed to them.