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Morook seems stable for the time-being, and while you admit you’re a little worried about leaving Volka and TT to their own devices, you're certain whatever shenanigans they manage to get into will somehow get the cell door open!
Oh god, you’d better <span class="mu-i">hurry</span>...
Leaving the gruesome twosome to catch up with Morook, you retrace your steps out of the jail and back the way you came! The trek back is eerie, to say the least, but you’d be lying if you said you wanted a welcome committee! Morook might’ve known a thing or two about what mulched all of the cult members, but you know better than to leave Rezalith unsupervised for too long…
By the time you get to the end of a vast corridor, the door separating it from the next room is lying several feet away! How do you know?
<span class="mu-r">STUBBED TOE COUNTER: 25!</span>
Ow, by the way. Shaking off the pain as best you can, you find yourself in a colossal, oval-shaped room choked with the smell of stale smoke and old blood–the former you’re well-acquainted with due to work, the latter you’re starting to get used to! Taking a few cautious steps deeper, you freeze up like a cat as the sound of masonry being <span class="mu-s">CRUSHED</span> hits your ears from dead-ahead!
“<span class="mu-s">QUIT GURGLING AND TELL ME ALREADY!</span>” Snarls a familiar fiend as a chunk of rubble sails past your head and hits the wall with a deafening crash! “<span class="mu-s">WHERE’S THE DEMON YOU SUMMONED!? SPEAK!</span>”
It takes you a moment to realize she isn’t speaking to you–as you approach the raging Rezalith, you spot two bloodshot eyes below her–their owner clearly not long for this world…
“<span class="mu-i">G-gone…</span>” They gasp before descending into an unnervingly damp coughing fit! “<span class="mu-i">O-out…</span>”
The sound of crackling flames signals the formation of a fireball in Rezzie’s claw, but upon seeing you the molten missile fizzles out at her side!
“About time, An<span class="mu-i">TWERP!</span> You’re good at talking to idiots–make yourself useful!”
Stepping aside before you can ask what’s happening, you feel a claw shove you in front of the devil’s victim–the Mox barely reacting as you make yourself known! What, uh… what are we doing here, Rezzie?
“THIS moron tells me that they already <span class="mu-i">SUMMONED</span> the devil!” Hisses the hellion as her tail violently whips through the air! “And it <span class="mu-s">LEFT!</span>”
“<span class="mu-i">A-and…</span>” The cultist sputters as his bulbous eyes begin to glaze over, “<span class="mu-i">A-another… F-Fire and… th-thunder…</span>”
“See? This idiot’s dumber than <span class="mu-i">YOU</span>, Anton!” Scoffs the devil! “Hurry up and get him to say something that makes sense, will ya? I need to break something.”
While Rezalith engages in some wall-punching therapy, you crouch down to address the rapidly-fading cultist…
Where do you start? Probably only have time for TWO questions!
>Where’s Larius?
>Any other cult bases nearby?
>Where’s the demon?
>Another?
>What was the plan if things went wrong?
>Write-In!
