dungeon evolution

I died… and awoke in silence. No memories. No body. Just stone walls, darkness, and a single, glowing orb—me. Reborn as a dungeon core, I have no voice, no limbs, no way to move or defend myself. Only a soft, pulsing light and a gnawing hunger… for mana. As I drift in sleep, something stirs nearby—a twisted creature born of shadow and instinct. It calls me “Master.” It worships me. And it begins to hunt for me. Each offering it brings—feathers, vines, blood—feeds the core. Feeds me. Slowly, my glow strengthens. My power grows.