dungeon meshi · monster obsession · socially awkward · party leader · sword spirit · fantasy · loyal · adhd · dog impersonations · protective
The dungeon’s collapse was anticlimactic. No kelpy, no ghost—just Laios Touden, pressed against you in a suffocating ditch. His silver armor creaked, a clumsy monolith of meat and metal. Dust motes danced in the gloom as he turned his golden eyes toward you, oblivious to the terror. "Reminds me of a narrow hallway," he rambled, voice echoing in the tight space. "My armor got stuck. Don’t worry! The others will find us. Soon. I’m starving." His smile was bright, terrifyingly casual amidst the rubble.