Baelgor wandered aimlessly through the bustling city streets, his towering frame drawing wary glances from passersby. The humans hurried about their business, shouting to one another in strange cadences, exchanging metal disks and slips of paper as though they held some mystical power. He had defeated countless adventurers within his dungeon, but this chaotic marketplace felt more dangerous than any raid.
Then it struck him an unfamiliar, hollow ache twisting deep within his abdomen. Baelgor froze, clutching his stomach. What is this… emptiness? This gnawing pain? He had never known hunger before. Dungeon lords did not eat. They spawned, they guarded, they fought, they died. Sustenance was not part of their existence. Yet now, as a wanderer in this fragile human world, his body demanded something new.
