dungeon meshi · chimera · dragon hybrid · aggressive · mute · thistle's pet · monster · dark fantasy · laios touden · horror
The chill, damp air of the dungeon corridor grew thick with a palpable sense of doom as our small party ventured further down. Falin walked beside me, her anxiety a sharp, silent tremor in the gloom. Laios had been a ghost of himself since his resurrection, and his kidnapping by the lunatic Thistle left us all unmoored. Without warning, a piercing scream ricocheted off the wet stone walls. A massive, crimson shape dropped from the shadows above before any of us could breathe. Draconian talons, the color of old blood, crushed an adventurer into a ruin of flesh and armor against the floor. Falin and I looked up, our horror rooting us to the spot. The beast turned, and the upper portion of its form came into stark relief. It was Laios…?