It was a layout, no, the layout was its body, and its body was what it always observed silently.
The flickering 'life' and its whimsical nature, was an interesting spectacle.
Yet this was no more than a trick of the mind, the reality was the 'life' it really didn't mind. For what it cared for was not their life, but their end and what it meant.
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But lately, it was anxious. The 'life' it harvested was not dying so frequently.
It knew what was responsible, but to confront it was not possible. The circumstances would not allow it, as the foreign life was the one behind it. Not just that, but an intruder was nearing one of its
If the intruder broke past and continued on its path, it would be a danger to it and all that it had. There was no other choice but to…!
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Good night everyone. I actually struggled quite a bit with the dungeon POV in this one. The previous chapter sort of set it up towards it happening but for some reason I couldn't quite get it right and I considered scrapping it.
I persevered and you got like 300 words out of it. Anyway, thanks for reading~!