Then it clicked.
He pressed upward, and suddenly, the wall shifted.
As he continued pushing, the mounted torch rotated clockwise with each movement.
The sheer weight of the mechanism was staggering, it wasn't just thick; it had to be at least a foot deep.
He gritted his teeth and pushed until it reached shoulder level, just as the smoke started to thin.
With precise timing, he rolled beneath the opening, slipping through just as the passage sealed behind him.
Inside, his eyes locked onto a kobold, unlike the others.
This one had patches of red fur and was clad in rough but heavy-looking armor.
It wasn't just another underling, this was the boss.
The room was massive, littered with bones and the scars of past battles.
Unlike the previous dungeon chambers, the ceiling was unusually high.
Before Timothy could analyze it further, the system confirmed it:
[High Kobold]
As if on cue, the creature stirred.
