I measured the distance between the core and the [Ebon Devourer]. The creature was feeding off it, but it wasn't an easy connection to sever. The dungeon's energy was pouring into it like a raging river, fueling its growth and making it more powerful with each passing moment. The dark tendrils of mana that connected the creature to the core were intertwined in ways that weren't immediately obvious. The dungeon was intelligent—alive, in a way—and it had adapted, reinforcing the creature's connection to itself.