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Red veins spread through the dungeon walls as the moist of grease and the miasmic goo produced by the wailing souls of the sacrifices permeated through the bottom of the dungeon. The Dungeon's Core resonated with such enormous power as it continued to produce deathly monsters. Its desire since it was born has been the same, to grow and grow endlessly, devour and continue devouring. It is a monster just as much as the ones it creates.
The flesh it began to spread through the walls was its growth, and it would merely continue growing as long as there are more meals to take. Enormous semi-transparent and soft-shelled eggs break out, as monstrous creatures begin to crawl upstairs. Within the flesh and the veiny walls permeated in mutagenic and toxic miasma, the bones of a certain dragon lay behind. Not all of them were used to remake him and create a vessel to the original soul, some were left behind.
