The moment that Karl stepped into the dungeon, he knew that this was going to be a good day, despite being pulled away from his work.
The Demons all turned to look at him, not lost in rage and contained by the Dungeon, just waiting in circles drawn on the stone floor of the ruins that the dungeon was set in.
"That's not right." The Dwarf muttered.
"What's not right? The dungeon is full, they're ready and waiting. Looks like we're in the right spot." Karl replied.
"That's just it. Why are they looking at us? They shouldn't know that we're here."
The dungeon entrance was on a platform that used to be a large building, and looked down over the rest of the dungeon. So, Karl used the opportunity to search for a trigger to the odd behaviour.
The answer was clear.
The moment that he met the eyes of the final boss, a massive red Demon with tattered wings and black plate armour on, the creature made a slashing motion across his neck, staring intently at Karl.
