Blind Predator

Tap... Tap...

As I ventured further into the island, the eerie atmosphere enveloped me like a shroud. The shifting dance of shadows seemed to intensify, making every step feel like a cautious dance between light and darkness.

The ground beneath my feet was a mixture of muddy soil and strange ashes as if the island had recently witnessed a fiery disaster.

Lifting my eyes from the strange ground, I gazed toward the village.

Buildings stood in varying states of disrepair, some partially collapsed and others barely clinging to their original structure. The architecture was a blend of quaint charm and foreboding decay, the village's former vibrancy was now reduced to an unsettling silence.

It was almost unbelievable that just a few months ago this place had been teeming with life and laughter.

"All because of a Dungeon..."