Chapter 18: How to Lose Your Mind Chasing a Goblin with a God Complex
There were three things I deeply hated: overly optimistic people, sewer stench in enclosed spaces, and... rune traps disguised as puzzles.
And guess where I was? Surrounded by the last two, and reminded of the first every time that damned goblin up ahead laughed like a child who just discovered he could fart with his armpit.
I stared at the floor for a while.
The chamber had a pattern. Stone tiles. Crack lines. Some were a different color, like they'd been stepped on recently — or bled on by someone unluckier than me.
"Okay, Dante... you're ugly, but not stupid. There's logic here. There has to be."
I took a step back. Picked up a loose rock from the ground — small, about the size of a regret — and tossed it with surgical precision at the most suspicious tile in the set.
CLIC.
CLANK-CLANK-SHUNK!
Spears shot out again. This time from the ceiling.
"Oh, fantastic. They're varied. How polite."
I grabbed another rock, tossed it into a different crack. Nothing.