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The mouse crept through the crumbling stone corridor, whiskers twitching as it sniffed the stale air. Shadows clung to the walls, shifting like living things as torchlight flickered somewhere ahead. Its claws scraped softly against ancient cobblestones, each step deliberate—pausing, listening for the scrape of armor or the low growl of a dungeon guardian. A moldy scrap of bread lay near a rusted grate; the creature darted forward, hunger overriding caution. But the bread was trapped. A wire snapped. Somewhere, gears groaned. The walls shuddered, and the mouse froze as a massive pendulum blade swung down, shearing the air where it had stood moments before. It fled, heart drumming, vanishing into a crack in the wall—alive, wiser, and already scenting the next gamble.
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You step into the fray a solitary blade — but the storm gathers faster than you expect. Steel clashes before your first breath settles, war cries erupting like wildfire through the ranks. Enemies swarm, allies surge, and the chaos wraps around you like a second skin. No room for silence here. Battlegrounds thrive on hunger, and the tide *always* comes.
