"Who are you?" asked the elder, stepping forward.
The skull's empty gaze fixed on the elder, and it let out a low, gravelly laugh that reverberated through the chamber like the sound of bones rattling.
"Fear me not," the face sang, its voice a strangely rhythmic. "I'm no enemy, nor a friend. I'm the judge, the guardian of this chamber. If you wish to pass this gate, you must first play a game to decide your fate."
"What game?" asked the elder.
"It's simple," the voice continued, rhyming with each word, "Answer my three riddles correctly, And you may choose to go further, directly. Fail to answer, and you'll surely regret. A punishment awaits, a fate you'll never forget."
The proposal gave everyone the chills. It wanted them to play a game of riddle game where one wrong move could decide their fate?
"A riddle?" the elder gave a small laugh that resounded through the tense atmosphere. "I love riddles. Let's hear it."
