398 Deathness

POV Random Guard:

Erich let out a tired yawn, his arms stretching languidly in the dimly lit surroundings. The crackling orange light from the fireplaces and the eerie golden glow emanating from the terrifying portal were the only sources of illumination on this starless, cloudy night.

As winter approached, the biting cold seeped into his bones, causing a slight shiver to run down his spine. Fatigue crept into his weary mind, and his eyelids drooped, threatening to close completely.

Suddenly, a distant yell pierced through the air, jolting him awake. "Damn, this is such bullshit!"

"Yeah, how could I die of a heart attack? What nonsense is that?"

'They just keep trying. How I envy them.'

His loathing for the job intensified. It was a wretched existence, enduring the cold darkness while constantly on guard for the potential emergence of a monstrous entity from the ominous portal.

'This dungeon is cursed. Everyone just dies there. Even after years we can't get deeper into it.'