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The formations are stalactites and stalagmites. There are bones of small animals scattered about There is an echo like a cave; the rocks feel rough and smooth. The inside is comparable to a geode. Angela finds herself lost; as she turns around. All she sees is dark when she notices a set of yellow eyes staring right at her; Angela walks to the back and steps backward; the eyes are moving toward her. The darkness covers the formation of this thing walking up towards her; she reaches backward and finds herself against the wall. “NO!” She screams as her palms start sweating; her heart is racing, and she is in fear. Just then, she wakes up; it's midnight; she looks down on the bottom bunk. Her f

Brief, steam-like hisses accompany the repeated sound of nail guns punching, as the inverted collar spikes sink into human necks, drawing blood and forcing the new slaves to start pushing the huge money bags along. “Sub-level 5: Child-killers, mass murderers and random shooters. Those who bullied the weak. Also the slothful and the morose. If you look to your right, you might catch glimpse of the abominable River Styx.” I smell something like sewer gas and before anyone can scream “God have mercy,” a tidal wave of some nasty liquid has engulfed the elevator. I savor a few precious seconds of peace thinking how like a blessing it would be to finally die in the intangible hands of the element

Sarah shivered as another wave of howls ruled the silence of the night, the sound made goosebumps raise on her arms and a wave of anger rushed through her; she didn't know why but she felt annoyed without a reason and when nothing got settled she walked out of her room. Pacing in the corridor did nothing for her when she came to a halt in front of Willow's bedroom door, she could hear things moving and something that sounded like painful groaning coming from inside and Sarah hurried inside. Her heart nearly stopped at the sight of broken things and Willow's body curled up on the floor.

I need to talk to you about something important. I didn't hesitate to change out of my casual wear and leave. However, a black van pulled to a stop before me when I approached the entrance of the cafe. Amelie wound down the window and shot a sinister smirk at me. I tried to run, but pain shot up my neck as soon as I turned my back on her. My vision went black, and I collapsed. When I came to, I found myself tied up and in a boat.

NASH POV The return to consciousness wasn't a gentle rising tide; it was a violent shipwreck against a jagged shore. The first sensation was the smell—pine needles, damp earth, and the faint, acrid tang of woodsmoke. It wasn't the sterile, metallic smell of the Deadlands, nor the cloying rot of Morana’s temple. It was the scent of home, twisted into something cruel by the context of the cold hard surface beneath my back.

The girl smiled crookedly and jumped over the reptilian, leaving him confused but the other reptilians joined and ran behind her. The guy ran into one of the streets in the ruined city to hide, meanwhile; the girl crossed random streets to give his companion some time to manage the things before their departure. It’s not the first time that someone from the underworld tried to conquer the ruined and now the creepers are aware of them. She looked back and cursed, “shit!! They are still behind!!!” From the corner of her eye, she noticed something unusual approaching her. It took a while to realise that a level 2 creeper has joined the chat. The parasitic body made the girl frown and wise enoug

[Unstable anomaly detected. Dungeon energy surging. Instance is upgrading.] [Welcome back to the Psychiatric Ward.] [Five patients still show no signs of returning to normal. They are beginning to believe they were never the problem. The problem is the world.] [Task: Survive one full day in your patient’s hands.] [Remaining players: 3] [Difficulty: S] The livestream chat exploded. [What just happened? Why is the dungeon leveling up mid-run?] [I only saw Zero and the pet start fighting, then my screen went black!]

The man moaned softly, his head lolling. **<< No time. Noise draws flies. Reynolds’s hidey-hole is close. Level 2, northwest quadrant, janitorial. We loop back, grab him, find another way down. >>** Harlan was already moving back up a flight, scanning the stairwell door they’d passed moments before. **<< This one. >>** He eased the door open a crack, peering into the corridor beyond. **<< Clear. For now. Move fast. >>** They slipped back into the bright, sterile hell of Level 2. The silence was oppressive, pregnant with threat. Distant alarms began a low, insistent whooping – power backups coming online, systems rebooting. The Aerie was stirring.

My vision blured and the world tilted sideways,the sound of flowing water disappeared. Then... Darkness. I saw the depths as the water became more dark,my body was being dragged deeper. [DING] System maintenance complete. Rebooting complete. Host rebonded Host! Am back. Ohh-