Inside the crystal tower, they found a dungeon. But not a dungeon composed of natural habitats, one that seemed entirely made up of maze-like caverns with only one way in and one way out.
Even looking for the edges of the dungeon proved futile, as all they found were walls of dark purple crystal, so close to black the color would appear so without light.
And then there were the denizens.
Monsters clearly made up of mundane, corrupted creatures and strange dungeon denizens. They stalked the halls, as if perpetually hungry, attacking the group as soon as they neared, swarming and biting things with terrifying shrieks and moans.
Despite her role, they found no adventurers that Janice could charm and kill. Only the corpses of some, and something worse than corpses for others. Corrupted people, their bodies bloated and torn. Most were slow stalkers, but some were so far gone that they were covered in spikes and pulsing, poisonous veins.
