For the first several minutes, everything was fine; almost peaceful, even.
"So when you were here the last time, on the way to the Crystal chamber, there were no traps?"
"...But you were here."
"Nah, I was outside."
"...You said you came here with Joske and Stannis!"
"Yeah, I did, but getting in the first time wasn't my destiny. I was making out with Tuara outside."
This agitated Cipher beyond even the low, stifled groans he had previously regressed to. Flay rubbed her face with her hands as they found their way out of the maintenance tunnel (why did a temple need a maintenance tunnel was a question for another day) when Dorian led the group to the Crystal Chamber.
"See? No traps," he said, casually walking around the podium where Heuani had once pilfered the Crystal of Creation. "Aaaand...now what."
Though the question only served to further irritate Cipher, Dorian was right; there were only three paths into the room, one that so perfectly mirrored their own entrance that it was probably just another service tunnel, and one that, clearly longer and wider than the other two, was probably the entrance blocked off by the main door. All routes led to this podium...which planted an idea in about half the heads of the team.
"Why does the podium stand?" Kubrick asked. "Don't podiums sink into the ground or something dramatic when you take whatever's on them off them?"
"You read too many temple stories," Mar said, but Dor looked thoughtful.
"Maybe not," he muttered, before looking up. "Avier. Smash it open."
"Can you get fined again for that?"
"You're going to Karz, dude."
"Isn't this a Temple of Creation?" Kubrick asked rhetorically.
"Smash it," Dor said forcefully. "If it backfires, it'll blow me up and Rhea gets her heart's desire." He spared a quick wink at the Toa of Plasma. "Or not, and we can all get rich and find the secret to life, love, and the way the world keeps spinning."