The inside of the chamber was rather spacious; That was the first thought of Rowayne who had just entered the chamber.
While he was trying to figure out if he could that the glass was bullet proof or not which he couldn't.
The door closed with a metallic clink which was ironic considering the sound came from a door made of glass
Unless the door wasn't made of glass it just looked like it did, which would be quite amazing by itself
Since Rowayne had seen something that looked so glass-like but wasn't glass.
Transparent plastic of course did not count since not being able to tell them apart from one another was a skill issue in Rowayne's book.
The book of course meant the personal diary and not some metaphorical phrase meant to imply his mindset.
Then the chamber started filling, from below.
The liquid was green and quite viscous.
The moment it came in contract with Rowayne's skin, a sense of euphoria started enveloping him from within
