Vines

Mark stood still. He could feel cold sweat ooze down his back. 

There was a way a Demon's strength could approximately be calculated. It was by its size. This Demon filled the entirety of the Laboratory Dungeon's basement. It was so big, it must have been… bigger than a bus.

Just the sight was enough to send chills down his back. Not to mention, that unknown woman inside the ice also made him nervous. And more than anything, he was trapped inside here in a barrier, an ability of the Vine Demon below. 

There was no escape.

The vines writhed in the basement. Shrivel, then grow. Shrivel, then grow. Like a heart, the vines began to fill in even more of the space in the basement. He could feel Dona's feeble presence behind him, too.

What was this weird Dungeon?

He hadn't even found the Dungeon Demon who had created the Dungeon yet.

Thump. Thump. 

[Vine Spirit]