Army Guns Collector
Control
The air hangs thick with damp earth and the faint metallic tang of ancient stone as your claws click against the cold cavern floor. Phosphorescent moss clings to jagged walls, casting wavering green light over half-buried relics—a shattered helm here, a rusted blade there, all swallowed by time. Your whiskers twitch at the scent of decayed parchment and something sharper, primal, coiled in the shadows beyond the glow. Stone arches loom overhead, etched with spiraling symbols that hum beneath your paws, a language of forgotten wars hummed through bedrock. Rustling. Scuttling. The dark shifts where the mosslight dies, shapes too sinuous for stone. A low tremor ripples through the ground as your gaze locks onto a narrow crevice ahead, its edges streaked with faint glyphs that prick your instincts like thorns—escape or delve deeper, where the carvings grow denser, darker, alive with the weight of eyes pressing from the black. Your pulse thrums in sync with distant drips echoing through tunnels that twist like serpent spines. Something old stirs. Something that remembers the scrape of tiny claws.
Description
Move every weapon into the wooden crate within 15 seconds.
