The Ancient Tongues
And there it was, my informant… a large tortoise.
"What do you mean by vessel?" I asked as I scanned the entire tortoise head, which was taller than the trees surrounding me.
I was at the very corner of the cavern, where the boss of this seemingly infinite spawning dungeon lay peacefully, watching over his kin being slaughtered.
[You have encountered The Boss of the Dungeon: Crystal Torterrous]
"You felt how hard it was to create that spear, right? Well, it is much easier to create an attachment to an already existing item, which you would call a vessel," The tortoise explained as I set my backpack down and quickly unzipped it.
"I see… Well, why is it so much harder? Is it any different?" I asked while taking out a chocolate cake and then tossing it up into the air.
CHOMP
The tortoise snapped open its almost beak-shaped mouth and then snapped back down, devouring the tiny treat.