"Your way with words is truly breathtaking." Bruce rolled his eyes. "Are you hoping I'll die?"
"Of course not. I'm not that kind of person." Roland took another cookie.
"All right, everything's fine here. If you don't need anything else, head home."
"I'll leave you some protective charms. Which room is empty?" Roland asked.
"That one." Bruce pointed. "There's some miscellaneous stuff inside, things I don't use often."
Roland opened the door and walked in. The room held some sports equipment: golf clubs, a badminton racket, a soccer ball, and a kryptonite football stored in a lead box.
"Something here seems a little strange—" Roland sat on the floor, checked his five-digit balance, and started drawing prizes. [A waterlogged Bible]
[A bloodstained Bible] [A modern printed Bible] [A portrait of Jesus by an unknown painter] [A reproduction of "The Last Supper"] [A cross from the Crusades] [A Pure Gold Cross] [An original edition of Augustine's "Confessions"] [The fishing net of Peter, a professional fisherman] [Baldwin IV's mask] [Lorgar Aurelian's alpha-level psychic power]
Roland's eyes snapped open. He saw a dark expanse dotted with lights. Some resembled candles, others lamps, while the light radiating from his own body shone as brightly as the moon.
"Is this the warp?" Roland scanned his surroundings. Only one light shone brighter than his, and he had a good guess as to what it was.
The most powerful psionic being in this universe—Starro the Conqueror of the Universe.
"Why does that thing look like it's moving toward me?" Roland sensed the light gradually drawing closer.
Outside the room, Bruce had been about to pour himself a cup of tea, but the steaming liquid froze the instant it left the pot.
"What the—" Bruce froze. "Roland, what are you doing?"
"Nothing. I feel pretty good