Dreamer died.

  Or, well, something happened that kinda sorta led her to dying a teeny tiny bit. Like, she was dead, but only a small percentage of her. Not a full number percentage either. One of those fake imaginary numbers. She was most of 0% dead.

  Math had also died. No one mourned its loss.

  She woke up, as she was wont to do on occasion, and found herself in a small room. A very small room with, in its centre, a dias upon which sat a floating ball of crystal that spun and hovered and pulsed with unknowable intent.

  “What?” she asked aloud. Her voice echoed strangely across the cavern.

  Fortunately for her, a helpful text box appeared before her nose to assist her.

  Dungeon Menu

  Current mana: 20/20. Regen: 1 per day.

  Current Condition: 100/100

  Construction

  Minions

  Traps

  Quests

  She blinked. Or would have blinked, but she didn’t have eyes, or, she noted as she looked down, a body. This was neither new nor novel and didn’t warrant any panic beyond a passing note that she’d need to make a new body before engaging in cuddles again.

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  Dreamer decided that this place was neat and all, but there weren’t any Abigails around and so she was going to leave.

  Then her non-face smacked against an invisible barrier near the exit.

  No matter what she tried she couldn’t leave, and every time she did try a new message popped up.

  Dungeon Core Cannot Exit Dungeon.

  Shrugging, she extruded some tentacles outside, intent on yanking herself from there.

  The tentacles started to melt.

  Dungeon Cannot Build Beyond Dungeon

  Now she was getting somewhat annoyed. Still, if the tentacles lasted a few seconds outside of the small room, then maybe...

  ***

  “Abigail,” Daphne said. “What is that?”

  The ‘that’ in this case was the huge lump of stone and rock that towered behind Abigail like a terribly misplaced piece of the landscape. If the landscape was vomiting a constant tide of melting tentacles.

  Abigail sighed. “I have no idea,” she said. “But it’s Dreamer’s fault.”