Once the Carnivorous Plant had become an Ember Vine, it took on red appearance and seemed completely resistant to heat. The vine started to move down the corridor, filling up our hallway of traps. Since it wasn’t an enemy, it didn’t ignore the cold or ice traps, so it only had to avoid the ice pit we had created. It was as if the Ember Vine was being drawn to the heat of the dungeon above. I was worried it was going to enter the other dungeon, but its growth seemed to stop just as it reached the entrance.


    A squirrel fell down the hole, but it didn’t even reach the ground before a vine snapped out and grabbed it. It screeched and fought, but it couldn’t cause any fire damage, and even as it shredded the vine, more grabbed it. It only struggled for a few moments before it was consumed. As the group of us watched the Ember Vine, we couldn’t help but gulp.


    I hadn’t expected it to evolve. It seemed like the diet I had given it had shaped its direction of evolution too. If I had to fight the Ember Vine instead of the carnivorous plant, I was pretty sure I would have been dead.


    When I had only one day left, that’s when I began to create mobs. Mobs could theoretically be made instantaneously, but these guys were a bit special. I was outfitting them with the armor and weapons being constructed by the deep dwarves. To save on silvthril material, Gabbro came up with a silvthril edged sword. Since it was just the edge, it’d still damage dungeon monsters considerably, but could be handled safely by dungeon monsters and used only a small fraction of silvthril compared to a sword made out of it entirely.


    My army consisted of skeleton creatures. That just happened to be the lore I had the most confidence in. I supposed I could have made ghosts to face ghosts, but something told me it was better to stick to the undead. After all, in the Twilight Dungeon, it was the undead who were battling the demons. Each skeleton was outfitted with dwarven steel armor and a silvthril tipped sword. It was such a finally produced army, it made me slightly tearful that they’d be wasted on such a task.


    The final day came. Twilight would have finished with King Diorite, and she’d be on her way any moment. Just as I considered that, there was a boom.


    {A rival dungeon master has entered your dungeon and declared war. Push them back to protect your dungeon.}