"Fool. You die now. Become nourishment for my progeny." The chest creature whispers as several of the broken crates and chests begin to squirms and drag themselves towards the troll, his eyes glancing worriedly around the room before attempting to flee. His intake of breathe desperate as the wall finishes moving, leaving no entry or exit to the trap room filled with mimics.
Awakened As A Dungeon Core?
Fantasy · Bietarnu
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