Meanwhile, Lenny was in the midst of a dire situation, facing a deadly puzzle that threatened his life and those behind him.
The walls around them were closing in, a slow but relentless march toward death. Yet, despite the rising danger, Lenny remained unnervingly calm.
The cube before him remained a complex artifact of shifting sides, each one regulating at its own unique speed, designed to test the limits of one's mental acuity.
This was a challenge meant to break even the sharpest minds, especially with the added pressure of impending doom.
At least that was so for the normal person, but lenny's brush with death had long become a daily bread.
The walls, Lenny had noticed, were not just Spiky walls—they were constructed from Laws, metaphysical constructs that governed the very fabric of reality within the dungeon.