TheAbyssWritesBack

In a world where dungeon runners rise to fame by mastering their classes and conquering impossible threats, Alexander was never meant to be part of it. No class. No path. Just a quiet life.

When a mysterious portal drags him into a hidden realm known as his Inner Path, Alexander unlocks a class no one has seen before: Beholder. There’s no fanfare. No guidance. Only eyes that see too much, and power that threatens to unravel his mind with every use.

Now, trapped in an abyssal dungeon that reshapes itself around eldritch laws, Alexander must survive alone. 

But with each victory, his vision sharpens. His spells twist reality. And the deeper he goes, the more the world outside should start to worry.

Because when he returns-
They won’t be able to look away.

Solo Dungeon Runner

They took several steps back, in an open area that wasn't too bothered by the roots.

Fighting with their backs turned to the the tree didn't seem like such a bad idea if it wasn't for the tree itself being a potential enemy.

"This isn't good, if the smoke…"

He narrowed his eyes, a pointless attempt at changing what he could see clearly.

Fae nodded, her eyes also stuck on the ceiling.

The leaves burned brightly, yet no smoke accumulated at the ceiling.

He looked around, yet nothing besides the fire had changed.

He snapped his tongue, an annoyed look on his face as he pointed his staff toward the tree.

"We might simply have to cut it down."

[ Woodcutting ]