A week had passed since Siverra had ventured into the cave filled with gleaming gems and precious treasures. Despite his initial excitement at discovering such riches, the elation had quickly turned to agony.
He had managed to defeat the being that had trapped him, but that was not the end of his troubles. Something far more sinister had taken hold of him, and he could feel it deep within his being. The being that had trapped him had attacked Siverra's pocket dimension, causing a strange and unnerving occurrence.
A deep, rugged voice echoed through the cavern, calling out for sustenance. "Feed me! I need souls! I need...I need...food!" Siverra shuddered at the sound, which seemed to originate from the area of his pocket dimension.
His mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening to him. It was as if a sentient creature, one that existed within the power of the Dungeons across all Heart's, had awoken inside him. And he had good reason to believe so.
