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... ome from the dungeon itself, as though it were breathing, watching, waiting. The atmosphere was suffocating, a weight pressing down on anyone who dared to enter, as though the dungeon had become sentient, aware of their presence, and eager to consume them.
The ground beneath their feet had become treacherous, no longer the solid, reliable stone of the dungeon’s original design. Cracks ran like veins through the floor, splitting it into jagged, uneven patches. In some places, the earth ha ...
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