[participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge]

Being a dungeon isn't easy. Past memories just out of reach, not wanting to be a murder pit and trying to find a purpose are just the beginning. It takes time and several hiccups to transition from being a mobile being to being a stationary rock that changes the word with its mind.

What is the miasma right outside the door? What monsters does it hide? Can the people that have found me really be trusted?

Now planning to post a chapter every other week.

I have added a volume for the maps so they are easy to find. There are spoilers on the maps.

Cover art commissioned from Rachel Paizs through Upwork.com