Third Person's POV
Sensing the genuine reproach and fear in Solomon's voice, the skull nodded slightly to himself, and then it drifted back to the altar.
And after Solomon felt its movement, only then did he dare to straighten himself again.
Keeping his head lowered, he hurriedly excused himself and slipped out of the chamber, as his massive form trembled despite his efforts to appear composed.
Inwardly, he seethed at his own recklessness.
What madness drove me to ask such a question?
The door clicked shut behind him, sealing the sinister altar and its occupant once more in suffocating silence.
His massive chest trembled and heaved with each of his breaths, uneven as a sick realization clawed its way through his mind that he had been a hair's breadth from death, and a miserable fate waiting in the hollow of that red skull's teeth.
Yet, by some twist of its eccentric nature, the sinister relic had spared his mistake.
