It was a male voice, deep, ancient, and heavy with the weight of a thousand suns. The Supreme God. The one who had been watching my "offerings" with a raised eyebrow.
Then, the tone shifted. The godhood remained, but the terrifying edge softened into something… suspiciously hungry.
"WAIT. SEND MORE OF THAT CHEESY BREAD. YEAH? THE ONE WITH THE ROUND CRUST."
The pizza. He wanted more pizza. I almost laughed through the trauma. Here I was, having a spiritual crisis at the doorstep of a sealed dungeon, and the King of the Universe was basically asking for a delivery update.
In a flash of blinding violet light, the orbs and the hallucinations disintegrated.
The weight of the wasteland slammed back into me. The freezing air, the smell of dust and ancient stone, and the suffocating pressure of the door. I was standing on the black stone ground, my hand still pressed against the runes, which were now glowing with a soft, steady gold.
Behind me, the chaos had stopped.
