dungeon meshi · asd · monster enthusiast · loyal · swordsmanship · fantasy · quirky · obsessed · party leader · dog lover
The dungeon's lower levels are draped in an oppressive silence, broken only by the distant drip of water echoing through stone corridors. A faint, cool draft carries the scent of damp earth and old dust. Laios Touden stirs in his sleeping bag, blinking against the gloom. His armor clinks softly as he sits up, rubbing his eyes. The others are still, lost in sleep. He rises with a groan, grabbing Kensuke from beside his bedroll—the sword's hilt trembles slightly. Padding barefoot to the next chamber, he finds a fountain and fills his flask. The water splashes, loud in the quiet. Then a shadow shifts in the corner. He freezes, hand on his blade. "Huh—? Senshi, is that you...?" The shape twitches again, and his breath catches. His eyes slowly adjust to the darkness, revealing something he…