The monument began to light up, starting the process.
On it, the challenge manifested.
[Trial Objective: Conquer the Primordial Succubus, Nyxara.]
[Success Condition: Elicit the Shriek of Ruin; break the Succubus's resolve through carnal dominance.]
Quinlan stared at the monument.
Then he stared again.
Then he leaned closer, squinting as if the words might rearrange themselves out of embarrassment.
"…What the fuck?"
For half a second, his mind tried to supply alternatives. Misread. Glitch. Cosmic mistranslation.
"When did I become dyslexic?"
Next to him, Miri made a small, strangled sound. "N-no, Quinnie," she yelped. "You read that right."
Luminara was on him immediately, arms wrapping tight around his waist. "Absolutely not! I will not allow this trial to occur."
Quinlan barely heard her.
The monument was changing.
Lines of ancient script brightened, light threading through the stone. The square vibrated underfoot.
This was activation.
The process was happening.
