The message [JUDGES' DELIBERATION IN PROGRESS...] hung on the giant Scry-Screens, shimmering over a silent, expectant stadium. The laughter and confusion in the arena had died down, replaced by a tense curiosity. No one had ever seen a dungeon run like this one. No one knew what will happen next.
In my own quiet dungeon lobby, the tension was just as thick as jelly.
'What's taking them so long?' FaeLina's psychic voice was like a worried buzz. 'I am sure, They're inventing a new rule to disqualify us, I bet that's what it is! They're writing the 'No Socks as Treasure' clause right now!'
'Be patient,' I projected, though my own core was humming with a low, anxious energy. 'It is difficult to score a masterpiece.' I told to FaeLina.
But FaeLina protest : 'It was only a series of annoying rooms and a piece of laundry, Mochi!'
