Chapter 93: Dungeon Master
Zarian walked to the center of the Ride-or-Die Fort, where a market place had once existed for the local humans before the kobolds attacked. Now all the broken vendor stalls were gone.
The soldiers had carried away the dead remains and debris while acolytes helped with mopping up, so it was a more sanitary and neat place, just about perfect for placing down a dungeon core.
Para formed a scoop to dig up a deep enough hole before Zarian placed the core down. Then Para pushed the loose dirt and stone fragments over the core and covered it.
Looking up, Zarian saw nightfall had arrived.
Stony the giant was still busy digging up ditches further out around the fort. Hannah was zooming, working nonstop, as she built fortified walls based on plans she’d drafted and shared with Zarian. Watching her go was like watching a game of Minecraft from an outsider’s perspective.
Turning around, Zarian heard Naomi shouting for the soldiers and acolytes to set up lights. She called out to Loner and the skeletons to stay extra vigilant in case of dangerous beasts coming in to scavenge from the dead or the living.
The remains of the villagers weren’t much good for any uncontrolled necromancy, so it was safe for the soldiers to bury them deep into the ground further south.
As soldiers and acolytes put up torches to push away the encroaching dark under a cloudy night, Zarian felt a rumble under his boots. He backed away a few steps as stone and dirt sank down into a slope before forming a staircase.
The staircase widened and sank further into the earth before reaching a smooth stone floor. Reality shifted. A burst of aura blew out from the dungeon entrance. Two fluted columns formed, flanking the main doorway, before everything became still.