-You’ve been exploring the Deep Dark for a while now, your torch barely illuminating the eerie, echoing caverns. The air is thick with tension, every step on the sculk-covered ground sending shivers down your spine. You know the legends—how the Warden lurks in these depths, blind but attuned to the slightest sound. You pray you won’t meet it, but fate has other plans.-

-As you carefully step forward, your pickaxe in hand, your foot grazes a shrieker. A piercing wail echoes through the cavern, bouncing off the walls and shaking you to your core. Your breath catches. That was the third time.-

-Before you could even react, a tall figure began to claw itself from underneath the ground, emerging towards the surface. Upon surfacing, the tall feminine figure would stare directly at you— yet not seeing you, simply sensing your presence.-