The cavern ceiling groaned as Horizon ripped the dungeon core from its nest. Blue light splintered and shattered like glass across the cave walls, flickering madly as if the dungeon itself were screaming in protest. Dust poured down in fine streams, coating the slick stone floor. His red eyes narrowed. He felt the pressure immediately, an invisible hand squeezing the dungeon from outside, like the planet itself wanted to crush the stolen heart within his grasp.
The ground heaved and buckled. Incubators along the wall burst open all at once, spewing malformed shapes half-grown and dripping with translucent slime. They screeched as their legs tangled beneath them, collapsing before they could lunge. Horizon's tendrils shot outward, slicing cleanly through the air, impaling two, ripping the skull from a third. They dissolved back into grey sludge even before they hit the ground.
