"Huh. That is actually... an interesting weapon. I have not seen its kind before."
Examine the ayykay.
It's a modular weapon, easily disassembled. Its parts seem extremely easy to swap and replace, making the weapon formidable in just about any arsenal; its sleek, stylized wood-and-metal construction makes efficient use of the surrounding materials. Fielding an army of these would be a breeze, logistically speaking. The stains and markings on its components indicates a long history behind the weapon. It must have been in the labyrinth for a long time. Solj does not have the means to date it, however. His sensor suite is suitable for tracking recent activity, but not for full cryptography.
"Same here, and I've seen a fair share of weapons. Let's get moving before my companion and my customer kill each other. We'll split loot there as well."
Onwards back to the place we were before.
Returning to the prior chamber, it seems that the silent guardian has relocated, now attempting to pry pieces of foam out of the lever mechanism, its giant steel sphere at its side.
The passageway it once occupied is now open.
Raioyris steps backwards, the moon seems a bit brighter than it was.
His hands raise, fingers spread. "Perish." Raioyris accelerates the fake moon at his opponent for a mutual strike.
[4 => 2] [Constitution: 4 -> 1 (Fail! Not that it matters...)] The gleaming moon's surface, once peaked and cratered with many irregularities, now seems to have lost that luster it once had. Now featureless, the sad shell of its former self relinquishes its position in the sky. What little atmosphere this false world seems to have is compressed into a superheated flash, and in an instant the whole phantasm is annihilated along with its occupants.
...
But it seems things are not settled yet. Wisps of reality, dreams that are yet to come, float across Raioyris' mind, a superposition of mind, perhaps an exploration of his own psyche.
A long-haired, shadowy creature emerges halfway from a dark portal hanging in the void.
"Know that this does not end here, not even in death, for our fates are now tied together. That other spirit which dwells in you will not allow you to die, no matter how close I bring you."Beatrice appears.
"A spirit can survive without a medium.""Oh?" the shadow creature lets out a cackle.
"So sure about that? Are you sure your old self will live on, after handing your mind over to the elementary spirits of the earth?"