We've broken through to the Iron Cavern! The War Chalice was there just as Lord Helvetica's diary told, blood-red metal clasped in the skeletal hands of Ramon Velasco.
Too bad the ass had to stick around in ghastly form and animate his bones to slaughter interlopers like us. I'll admit, it was a pretty impressive sword he drew from behind his granite coffin, and the laser eyes were no slouch either. (Poor Halloran.) Still, the undead are no match for Thompsons and a frag grenade.
Now we just have to find our way back to the surface. And hope the War Chalice's powers aren't dampened by shrapnel holes.
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