Treasure Dungeon

Rune's chest rose and fell in dramatic waves as he stared up at the dimly lit ceiling, and he struggled to steady his breathing as he loosely kept his grip on his sword.

"That was really too much. There had to have been nearly a thousand of those things..."

He sat up, looking over to his side to see Luna in a similar position. She was also struggling to catch her breath, and beads of sweat glistened on her forehead.

"I blame you for turning on the lights," She responded.

"It was one me, Luna! Clinging to my back like a little monkey!" Rune shot back.

"So what? It wasn't doing anything to you until you made more light!"