The curved crystal goblet was shaped like some kind of animal horn. It was filled with the so-called "wine," a deep, dark color, like thick ink.
As James held the goblet, he found that the liquid inside was actually very cold. Yet it bubbled as if boiling, large clusters of bubbles rising now and then in a riot of colors.
Honestly, he didn't think something this strange was safe to drink.
With Taneleer Tivan watching him expectantly—and especially after hearing him call it "a product of the extinct Titan civilization"—James hesitantly raised the goblet and took a couple of sips.
The Titan Planet wine went down his throat. James felt as if he'd just swallowed a strong, spicy liquor, yet it also carried the rich flavors of bitter coffee and chocolate. His senses entered a strange state, as if they had been "polished"; the familiar world before his eyes seemed to have switched to "high definition."
"Mr. Tivan, by your logic, you must have some unusual habit or eccentricity that made the Grandmaster think I could be used to kill you. And the gladiator champions who have left Sakaar over the years could probably have done it too."
James gently swirled the wine in his glass. He suspected the crystal-like horn-shaped goblet wasn't man-made. It seemed more likely to have come from some animal naturally born with such a distinctive horn.
After riding aboard the Collector's Shell Ship and completing its wormhole jump, James instinctively looked out the side window, then fell silent, stunned by the "view."
A dark green skull, larger than a mountain, hung in space, faintly glowing with a soft green light.
Its slightly open mouth looked like an entrance. The hollow eye sockets had been converted into two glowing "windows." The flat, narrow top of the