Chest Mimic

Kai's breath caught in his throat the moment his fingers brushed against the black chest. A pulse ran through it. Something slow and steady, but very wrong. Something that went against the natural course of life and death.

The surface was slick with an unnatural warmth, the wood subtly shifting under his grip like living flesh.

Orlin gave him an amused glance. "Feel that?"

Kai nodded stiffly. "It's… alive?"

"In a way." Orlin's grin widened, ever so slightly. "The soul within has corrupted the vessel that once held it. The chest is no longer just an object. It's a mimic. A creature that is both prison and prisoner. Your task is twofold. Destroy the soul within… and survive."