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Awakening in Stone

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I died… and awoke in silence. Just stone walls, darkness, and a single, glowing orb—me. Reborn as a dungeon core. As I sleep, something stirs nearby—a twisted creature born of of my mana. It calls me “Master.” It worships me. And it begins to hunt for me. Each offering it brings—feathers, vines, blood—feeds the core. Feeds me. Slowly, My power grows.
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