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Zogi sputtered, gasped, lungs still heaving from the strain and stress of a truly violent struggle. The dagger was slick with blood; his own hands shook from the disturbing sensation of trying to stab through bone. In the end, the shrine did do its job, beheading every single one of the fledgling adventurers.

But that was the trouble with it, no? They would come back soon. They would come back again. And they would do so, having now known what more to expect from the dungeon.

[b]"YEAH, BOYS! THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT! STOKE UP THE FLAMES, FELLAS, WE EATING GOOD TONIGHT!"[/b]

He chased away existential dread with exuberation instead.