"Choose thy next words carefully, mortal, for they may be thy last," the Sphinx's voice reverberated like a chorus of ancient doom. Its golden eyes, glowing with an otherworldly light, locked onto Rex, unblinking, as if already etching his epitaph into eternity.
Rex's breath hitched, his chest rising and falling as adrenaline surged through his veins. His hands clenched into fists, nails biting into his palms.
Not good. Not good at all. But the words escaped him before he could stop them, his defiant fire burning brighter than his fear. "Yeah? Well, it's not like I'm planning to die easy!"
No sooner had he spoken than his vision exploded with system notifications, the familiar blue screens cutting through his focus like uninvited guests.
10 of Sphinx's riddles answered: +50 stat points to intelligence.
[System Alert: +100,000 XP]
