The point guard shrugs it off, lets it go, and focuses instead on the task at hand, getting out of here.

"But some are considered superior to others, main elements and minor elements, they can be broken into categories or one can feed into the other, it's like an interconnection thing, it makes sense in my head." Besides at this point, what do they have to lose? If this did not reset or curse them, then best to take their chances.

"We're in some kind of magical trap, how is any of it supposed to feel right." As they catch up to the lights they do not separate but instead, circle a tree with a plaque on it.

As he steps forward he sees that it reads

Eight pallbearers carry,
death across the floor.
He weaves his shroud for those that move,
to make sure they move no more.

Solve this riddle to find the way home