The lake of black ichor below the surface of the Moon is miles wide and bubbles with warm, noxious pockets of gas. Most of the lake bed is completely solid, and it seems for a moment that Randolph's plan is a dead end after all. Then, you take a final step, and your foot is caught by... nothing. Before you can react, you are yanked under the surface. You try to shout a warning to your companions, but your words are swallowed by the black core, along with the rest of your body. Your lungs barely have air. You struggle not to scream as you are carried by a fierce undertow. When you finally emerge, you are in another chamber just like the one you came from, only you can see a shaft of light piercing through the grey crust above you. Moments later, the rest of your party emerges. "Did we make it?" Virgil asks. "Why, I thought that was the end, for sure. This will make for an exciting chapter!"