As consciousness seeps back into your mind, you find yourself in a dimly lit room. The air is cool and still, heavy with the scent of moss and earth. You are lying on a cold, stone floor. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you realize you’re in a spacious chamber, about 1500 square feet, with smooth, brick walls that hold a torch casting flickering shadows. A voice, deep and resonant, echoes through the silence: ‘Greetings, fresh dungeon master. This is now your new home.’ Suddenly, a pedestal rises from the center of the room, cradling a fist-sized orb that pulsates with a mysterious energy. ‘This,’ the voice continues, ‘is your dungeon core. Protect it with your life. If it gets destroyed, so do you. Place your hand upon the orb to bond it to your essence and begin your reign.’