Novel & Cerita Pokemon Fanfiction Archive Mystery Dungeon

*** Author POV In a place far from light, behind the northern mountains shrouded in eternal fog, stood a stone tower made of obsidian and bone. Its walls drip with dark dew, and the air inside is damp, biting like an invisible poison. The dark room is illuminated only by the faint glow of boiling potions in clay vessels. Purple smoke swirls low on the ceiling, forming ever-changing, unnatural patterns.

Oritha and Akiko agreed to check out the mini-game puzzle while Zen groaned at his dungeon. Everything was gold or sparkly, contrasting with the first two dungeons. There was no need to guess who this dungeon belonged to. [Someone has stolen and replaced some valuables with counterfeits. Find them all so that Toad S. Tool can rest in bliss.] Shoulders hunching, Zen sighed and wished the girls in the other dungeon had better luck. === AN: Happy Valentine's Day! I'm still single af T^T

I gave him a scornful look but he still guided me to the stairs and out of the metal door where I startlingly saw Phillius who is already waiting for me to get out of the dungeon. The door of the dungeon is in the middle of the garden like a secret passage which automatically opens when I press a button on the side of it. It cannot be seen clearly by humans because the metal door is covered with artificial grass that hides it from plain sight. But for the werewolves, this dungeon is not a secret to any of them because I am sure they clearly smell the awful stink down of it and I wonder how many Faes Phillius had captured to torture down that horrible place.

Ashley, feeling a sudden surge of nervousness, exchanged a glance with Thorian, sensing the imminent barrage of questions that awaited her. As this personal drama played out, a separate narrative unfolded in the hidden recesses of a mysterious dungeon. Cloaked in a veil, Thorian's mother stealthily entered the dimly lit space, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of unwanted observers. Assured of her solitude, she closed the dungeon door behind her, the echo of its closing resonating with a sense of secrecy.