Mad Hatter's Guide to Clearing The Game

The tremors did not stop.

Each shaking of the underground sent fine dust down from the ceiling, stone cracked in spiderweb patterns along the walls, with the webbing glowing faintly with a dim purple light.

Something vast stirred beneath them, letting out a guttural, ear-piercing shriek.

It felt like a presence so large, so ancient, it made every other lifeform feel like a mote of dust in a storm.

"That sound... it wasn’t just the dungeon reacting..." Sarissa’s jaw tightened. "Was it?"

The Archivist turned her gaze toward the cracked wall, her expression perplexed for the first time in gods knew how long as she appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the already vanishing arena.

"Not just reacting." She murmured. "Calling for someone."

And after a brief pause, she added.

"Right, Ender?"

Everyone looked at Miles, even Diego, who slowly broke away from his bear hug.

Miles sighed, taking a few steps back from everyone, summoning something from his inventory.