Vespertine crouched down on the other side of the chest, his hands on either side of the chest, but from the back. Cass, now that he didn't have his foot of the chest, realised that it was…not bad looking?
In a creepy, slightly melted way? Like it was made with fine metals, but it had clearly seen better days and might have been melted? Cass didn't know how that could happen, but the only other option was that someone had put this kind of box here intentionally.
Cass didn't know what to say, or even think. Did the demons go that far when making these dungeons? He didn't really know how that worked, and honestly? He didn't really care. Fuck those guys for the last room.
Cass put his hands on the chest, glancing around to make sure that Lady Ava was asleep and that he could still hear the others fighting, before he exhaled. Then, he turned his attention to the lid. He flicked up the little, almost mocking lock socket before he attempted to open the chest.
