Dolus’ POV
“If the ceiling is going to collapse, then how the hell are we supposed to solve the riddle?” I ask.
“The stone on the podium moved as well, right?” Morpheus asks. He walks over to the podium and takes a look.
“Well?” I ask impatiently.
“It looks like there’s some kind of bowl under it.”
“The podium says ‘answer’ on the front. Maybe the answer is something physical and we put it there?” I suggest.
“Read the next part of the riddle.” Morpheus says. I look over and see the riddle.
“When it is bound, it propels mens’ lusts and furies.
When it is freed, it tumbles, falls, and fades.” I read out loud. Morpheus looks lost in thought. I’m actually glad I brought him around.
“If it’s here to collect something, then it means it should be something we’d have near us or with us
