Day 4-1

I’m in a . . . dangerous situation. Dungeons are magical and ancient ruins that usually hold powerful relics from the past—the age of magic before the great war that brought the years of the bright sky. Dungeons appear and fade together with the remnant flow of the deceased dragon’s magical energies. It is a peculiar event to have a dungeon suddenly appear in the middle of the open plains . . .

The magical cores of creatures can be stimulated from large quantities of invisible magic energies like those of dragons, but the field here shouldn’t have a vast amount of magical energy condensed anywhere at all. That’s why the field is a great training ground for soldiers from the nearby city.

That is, to say, I am stuck in a dungeon. By pure chance, after I walked out of the forest and began to move close to the city, a room of stone suddenly formed around me. The stones somehow glow to illuminate the room, and there was only one clear pathway: downstairs.

I walked down. The wide stairs seem endless. It is probably night, and I am getting tired. Nothing of danger has appeared, and the glowing stones give off a warm sense of comfort. I have a couple health potions in case of heavy wounds, so I should take this opportunity to explore.

Day 4-2

I’m stuck in a very dangerous situation. Dungeons are magical and ancient ruins that usually hold powerful relics from the past—the age of magic before the great war that brought the years of the bright sky. Dungeons appear and fade together with the remnant flow of the deceased dragon’s magical energies. Dragons of the legends that were said to have great wisdom and strength. Magical power strong enough to reshape the world. Although erratic and seemingly without will, the magical energies collect themselves in clusters that attract magical creatures, and these plains definitely do not hold tremendous magical energies. It is a peculiar event to have a dungeon suddenly appear in the middle of the open plains here . . .

That is, to say, I am trapped in a dungeon. By pure chance, after I walked out of the forest and began to move close to the city, a room of stone suddenly formed around me. There were no gaps to be seen. The stones somehow glow to illuminate the room, and there was only one clear pathway: downstairs. I took out a worn all-purpose dagger to test the walls of the stone, but the stone turn out far too strong to even be chipped. To be so strong and glow . . . these stones should be infused with some sort of magic, and a powerful one at that.

So, I walked down. The wide stairs seem endless. It is probably night, and I am getting tired. Nothing of danger has appeared, and the glowing stones give off a warm sense of comfort. My best hope is to find an exit soon, or else I may begin to starve after a week.