Dahlia glanced at the others. Victoria was still muffled by her hand, frowning. Helen seemed to be patiently thinking about it, rubbing her lips with her fingers, while Clara had gone quite pale. She probably thought it fell to her to answer the question and save them all. But the Sphinx hadn't said anything about who had to provide the answer; it could be any of them, which meant just one of them had to come up with the right answer to save their group as a whole... Dahlia tried thinking about it. Why would a fool shatter something that was made of gold? Several objects came to mind, but the answer had to be something smarter than that, they were facing a Sphinx after all... Just as she was wondering if there was some time limit, Victoria grabbed her wrist, trying to push it away. Dahlia
