Entering the Shadow Dungeon

For hours, I remained perched on the rooftop, my gaze fixed on the enigmatic creature guarding the entrance to the Shadow Dungeon. The creature hadn't moved an inch since I first spotted it, and that fact alone was starting to grate on my nerves. I had hoped to observe some hint of its intentions, some sign that it was aware of my presence, but it seemed content to simply lie there in an eerie stillness.

Tap... Tap...

My fingers tapped impatiently against the rooftop as I watched, frustration bubbling up within me.

What was this creature's purpose?

Why was it guarding the entrance so diligently?

And why hadn't it reacted to my presence?

Shouldn't it attack me on sight?

These questions swirled in my mind, each unanswered query adding to my irritation.