Sporemageddon

[Congratulations! Your Sporemageddon Skill has reached level 40!]

I saw the text flash by my vision even as I was thrown back from the dungeon’s core and sent flying across the room to roll ass over teakettle along the floor.

Sir Nibbles grumbled, then bunded over to my side.

I... wasn’t hurt? I rolled over, noticed that my pack and much of its contents had been flung around, then I shook my head and refocused on myself. I patted my front down, then wiggled my toes and fingers. All there. The explosion had been less of an explosion and more of a wave of magical energy ripping out of the core and moving across the space. I think it might have travelled through the entire dungeon, but I didn’t have a concrete way of knowing that.

“We should start moving,” I said to Sir Nibbles.

If this was anything like our escape from the Ditz Dungeon, then the perils and dangers of the dungeon itself would still very much be active. The Sporemageddon on that dungeon had only turned it against people exploiting it. This one... might be different. I didn’t have a good way of knowing from here if it was different.

In any case, I didn’t want to stay here any longer than I had to.

So, I started to pick up my stuff and toss it into my pack, not being very careful about it. The air felt kind of tingly, and I suspected that I was getting a slight overdose of magical energy. It was something I had read about at the Academy. Areas with very high concentrations of magic could actually be dangerous, though like radiation, it was mostly an issue of dosage. And unlike radiation, I could just spend a lot of magic and reduce the load on myself once I was out of here. Still, it was a good reason not to linger.

“Come on,” I said to Sir Nibbles. “We’re done here... though... go over and touch the core? I heard that you might unlock better classes from that.”