The veins in the ceiling flared bright red. The walls began to contract, the corridor shrinking. The heat spiked. The dungeon wasn't just a setting; it was an immune system. And Kael was a pathogen.
The walls? The floors? Marbleized fat caps. The ceiling drips… au jus. dungeon of meat
Who’s entering the Dungeon of Meat with me? 🍖🐉 The veins in the ceiling flared bright red