Name: Robert Class: None Race: Dungeon

Status: STR: 3<5 DUR: 20 CON: 6<7

Skill's Combining...

Skills: Magic, Energy Sight, Create Being, Create Object, Modify, Breed, Combine have fused into...

Dungeon (1/3!)

Robert quickly asked for the description of the skill.

Dungeon (1/3): With all the basic skills and experience of becoming a Dungeon out of the way. This skill signifies your maturing into a true Dungeon that Adventurers around the world will test their metal against. Increases Natural Respawn Rate.

"Vocal? What's Natural Respawn Rate?" Robert asked.

"Oh... did you get a skill called Dungeon (1/3)?" She asked.

"Yeah," Robert replied.

"Okay, basically it's just how fast the monsters you create can reform themselves. I don't think you created enough monsters to feel it, but whatever living being you personally create is kinda'fused' to the Dungeon. Being unable to leave."

"This is why you can't create unlimited amounts of monsters, at least not at your level, because when enough monsters fuse to you. It becomes harder and harder to make more. Though monsters naturally had and birthed in the Dungeon don't count towards this. They generally are more wild and uncontrollable."

"Okay, there's also this thing at the end saying it's one third of the skill?"

"That's just there because you unlocked parts of the skill but not all of it."

Robert shook slightly in a vague attempt at a nod before looking into their Dungeon. Roberts beasts were slowly reforming themselves. Around half had already reformed into their normal shapes while the other half were in stages of reformation.

Some of them had tiny cracks in their body being slowly healed while others rose from the ground like a fleshy puddle. Regenerating slowly as they groaned in pain.

Robert watched with a sigh.

"Okay, Vocal?" Robert asked. Their voice stern and ready.

"Yeah?" Vocal replied, caught off guard by the serious voice Robert was now putting on.

"Can we begin on making my Dungeon more deadly?" Robert asked.

"Yes," Vocal said with a smile. Her body glowing strangely white with her answer.

"Now you want to first off..."

"This it?" Leandrial asked. Her piercing crimson eyes looking over the small rock outcropping holding their target inside.

"That what it says on our tracker."

Leandrial ignored the tone with which her sister, Merry Merry. Spoke.

Their third sister was busy preparing their food. Ignoring the conversation her sisters were having. Best to not waste energy on unimportant things in her eyes.

"I know that, I'm just making sure."

"Making sure about what?" Merry Merry asked. Her words carrying along like the wind in the night of their town, cold and biting.

"Do we really have to do this?" Leandrial asked.

"We passed having a say in it a long time ago. Leandrial," Merry Merry said.

"Julia died, that's nothing special," Leandrial began.

"Nothing special! She was our sister!" Merry Merry responded. The same crimson eyes Leandrial held staring back at her in rage.

"And she died, nothing out of the ordinary in this world. Best we can do is to move on. And remember her," Leandrial said.

"Would be better if you told us what happened! What happened on that trip to the doctor! Why can't we see her body!"

"ENOUGH!!!" Sh'ara roared. Her voice resonating through them and the forest. Their sister quickly collapsed, rivers of black bile flushing out of her throat along with a wicked cough.

Leandrial and Merry Merry quickly helped their sister back up.

The night was never as quiet.