The chamber groaned under the immense pressure of the awakened dungeon core, and the [Ebon Devourer] pulsed with raw, unchecked mana. My eyes scanned the battlefield, taking in every detail as quickly and efficiently as possible. Time wasn't a luxury we had anymore. Every second brought us closer to collapse, and if we didn't act soon, this entire place would fall on top of us.
I measured the distance between the core and the [Ebon Devourer]. The creature was feeding off it, but it wasn't an easy connection to sever. The dungeon's energy was pouring into it like a raging river, fueling its growth and making it more powerful with each passing moment. The dark tendrils of mana that connected the creature to the core were intertwined in ways that weren't immediately obvious. The dungeon was intelligent—alive, in a way—and it had adapted, reinforcing the creature's connection to itself.
