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Darkness. All you could see was darkness, and hear the sound of your own footsteps, your own breath escaping your lips as you descended the stairs into one of the darkest and most vile dungeons in the land. Criminals from all across the world had been sent here, and with good reason- once someone entered, it was very, very rare that they ever came back out. Only the most heinous of criminals were placed within these depths, with little more than the clothes on their back, to survive and find a way to escape in order to earn their redemption. Rumours had it that all sorts of vile monsters and demons inhabited this place, a result of an ancient kingdom's follies, yet they were merely that.
Right? It was simply a dungeon, with only one means of escape. A fabled room in the darkest and deepest part of the prison, supposedly containing a portal that set whoever passed through right outside. It would certainly explain why anyone bothered to keep a garrison outside- other than to open it for prisoners that needed to be tossed in and left to rot.
Eventually, you spotted the familiar, warm glow of fire as you progressed, and came to a large fork. The sounds of water dripping filled the air, as well as the occasional scratch across the floor- perhaps the scurrying of vermin. Large vermin, at that, by the sounds of it, though nothing out of the ordinary. You could head forwards, to your left, or to your right... But not backwards. Not the way you came. Upon the floor, you noticed that the fork surrounded a single, large tile upon the ground. It glowed as you looked at it, the runes lighting up and... Shifting.
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