The dungeon was eerily quiet, the only sound the occasional drip of water echoing through its ancient stone corridors. It was a place lost to time, yet it pulsed with a dark, living energy, its dangers lurking in every shadow, waiting to ensnare the unwary. Sixteen players stood at the entrance, their breaths shallow, their hearts pounding in their chests. Each of them felt the weight of the moment—they were part of something far larger than themselves, though none could fully grasp what that meant.

  One thing was clear: survival here would demand more than just physical strength. It would test their cunning, their courage, and their ability to adapt. The air was thick with tension as they exchanged wary glances, their Butterfly Marks glowing faintly in the dim light. The dungeon seemed to watch them, its ancient walls whispering secrets they couldn’t yet understand.

  Elowen took a deep breath, her gaze steady as she stepped forward. The others followed, their footsteps echoing softly against the stone. A slight shiver ran down Elowen’s spine, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. She hadn’t expected to encounter other players in this challenge, and now her mind raced as she weighed her options. Should she team up with them, or was this a race to the Firefly Lantern? The dungeon was designed to test everyone equally, but there were no rules about cooperation—or sabotage. The uncertainty gnawed at her.

  Her eyes flicked toward Kael, who sat calmly beside her, his expression unreadable. He didn’t seem fazed by the situation at all. Had he faced worse than this before? His calm demeanor made her wonder if this wasn’t as dire as it seemed. Maybe having others around wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

  Before she could think further, a sudden burst of excitement broke the tension.

  "Ohh!!!" a young girl dressed entirely in red exclaimed, darting toward the center of the room. "There’s a staircase here! I’ll bet there’s another door somewhere…" Her voice echoed through the chamber, drawing everyone’s attention.

  Elowen’s gaze followed the girl, her curiosity piqued. The discovery of a staircase could mean progress—or a new set of dangers. She exchanged a quick glance with Kael, then stood, her decision made. For now, she would move forward and see how things unfolded. Whether alone or with others.

  [The game had begun!!]

  [Silver Herald Butterfly Notification]

  [Time Limit: 10 minutes]

  Progress: Dungeon Entrance – 10%

  The players moved cautiously through the cold, dark corridors, their footsteps echoing softly against the stone walls. The air was thick with tension as they approached the staircase, each of them acutely aware of the dangers that could be lurking in the shadows. Despite their wariness, they had no choice but to rely on one another, even if trust was in short supply.

  Ashlan, the warrior, led the way, his sharp eyes scanning the floor and walls for any signs of traps or hidden threats. Suddenly, a flash of blue light streaked across the hallway, catching his attention. He spun around, his hand instinctively reaching for his weapon, but there was nothing there.

  “Who’s there?” he demanded, his voice low and tense.

  “I saw nothing,” Lyra, the mage, muttered under her breath, her focus sharpening as she prepared for a potential magical attack. Her staff glowed faintly in her hands, ready to unleash its power at a moment’s notice.

  Ashlan frowned, his gaze narrowing. “Are you sure?” he pressed, his tone skeptical.

  Kael, leaning casually against the wall, raised an eyebrow. “You seemed pretty interested just then,” he remarked, his voice calm but probing.

  Lyra nodded, though her unease was evident. “Yeah. I’m sure,” she replied, though her grip on her staff tightened.

  The group pressed on, the atmosphere growing heavier with each step. Elowen couldn’t help but notice the mix of excitement and fear in the others’ eyes. There was something primal in the way they prepared, each player calculating their next move carefully. The dungeon had thrown them together, but the question lingered: would they fight each other for the Firefly Lantern, or would they work as allies? The air was thick with uncertainty and greed, and Elowen’s instincts screamed at her to remain cautious. In a game like this, alliances were fleeting, and every player was a potential threat. The dungeon did not reward the weak or the foolish.

  When they reached the next intersection, the corridor stretched out before them, lined with flickering torches that cast dancing shadows on the stone floor. Ashlan paused, taking in the scene, his mind racing as he tried to figure out their next move.

  “We need to decide how we’re going to handle this,” he stated finally, turning to face the group.

  “What do you mean?” Elowen asked, her brow furrowing.

  Kael pushed off the wall and stepped forward. “If we don’t do anything immediately, we’ll get ambushed. Either way, we won’t have enough time to find the Lantern. And since there’s no exit… there’s only one solution. We split up and find it ourselves.”

  “Split up?” Vespera, the rogue, echoed, her frown deepening. She ran a hand through her black, silvery locks, her expression skeptical. “I don’t think so. Look, the last few games we played in Oakridge Town taught us one thing: if it’s dangerous, we shouldn’t go alone.”

  “Besides,” Elowen added, “what if any of us gets captured?”

  Kael sighed, reluctantly nodding. “Well… yeah. But it’s safer if we split up. That way, we can cover more ground and cover each other’s weaknesses better.”

  “And then we have a better chance of finding it faster,” Ashlan added, his voice firm.

  Elowen glanced around at the group, searching their faces for approval before speaking. “Alright, I’m willing to compromise,” she said carefully. “But let me make one thing clear: we can’t just run around blindly trying to look for the Lantern when we haven’t even explored this whole dungeon yet.”

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  Her companions nodded in agreement, even Lyra seeming less inclined to argue.

  [Silver Herald Butterfly Notification]

  [Time Left: 7 minutes]

  Progress: Dungeon Entrance – 15%

  “Then let’s start looking,” Ashlan said, his voice firm but tinged with reluctance as he glanced at the notification. He wasn’t about to back down, even if the situation felt increasingly dire.

  Elowen took a deep breath and moved forward, her senses on high alert. A tall, heavily armored player strode past her, his imposing figure barely acknowledging her presence. His heavy footsteps caused the floor to creak ominously, a stark reminder of the pressure-sensitive traps hidden beneath their feet. Elowen stepped to the side, careful to avoid drawing his attention. His confidence was unsettling; he clearly believed he had the upper hand, but Elowen knew overconfidence could be just as dangerous as fear.

  She observed the others more carefully now. The rogue, Vespera, was already melting into the shadows, her movements fluid and silent as she tried to blend into the walls. Lyra, the mage, stood rigid, her glowing staff casting brief flickers of light around her. She seemed to sense something amiss, her eyes darting nervously. Elowen realized that despite facing the same deadly game, each player’s response to the dungeon’s challenges was different—some relied on brute strength, others on stealth, and some on intuition.

  Suddenly, the air shifted. A faint clicking sound echoed from the walls, and before anyone could react, the floor beneath them gave way. Ashlan barely leaped back in time, his sword scraping against the stone as he regained his footing. The sudden shockwave knocked everyone backward, slamming them against the hard stone walls. They were trapped.

  "This isn't good," Kael breathed, struggling to keep his balance. His face contorted in pain as sharp rocks dug into his skin.

  Elowen pulled him closer, offering what little comfort she could. The floor below was now a deadly sea of spikes and jagged teeth, glinting ominously in the flickering torchlight. The dim yellow glow only heightened her anxiety, making her heart race. She tightened her grip on Kael’s shoulder, using him as an anchor to steady herself.

  "Let's try our best to stay focused," she said firmly, though her voice betrayed her unease. Despite her words, she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that this was going to end terribly.

  Their only escape route was a steep staircase made of stalagmites, stretching upward into the darkness. Climbing it would require each person to take one careful step at a time. It was a long, treacherous ascent, and any misstep could mean slipping on the jagged rocks or triggering another trap. Elowen swallowed hard as she looked up the narrow stairs. If one wrong movement caused the trap below to activate, the group would be done for. But there was no turning back. Staying where they were meant certain failure—and possibly death.

  “We have to move,” Elowen said, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her. “One step at a time. Watch where you place your feet, and don’t rush.”

  The group nodded, their faces pale but determined. Ashlan took the lead, his sword ready to deflect any sudden dangers. Lyra followed, her staff glowing faintly to light the way. Vespera moved like a shadow, her steps silent and precise. Kael stayed close to Elowen, his breathing shallow but his resolve firm.

  Elowen took a deep breath and placed her foot on the first stalagmite, testing its stability before shifting her weight. The climb was slow and nerve-wracking, each step a gamble. The dungeon seemed to watch them, its ancient walls echoing with the faint sound of their movements. Elowen’s heart pounded in her chest, but she kept her focus sharp. They had no choice but to press on—their survival depended on it.

  [Silver Herald Butterfly Notification]

  [Time Left: 5 minutes]

  Progress: Dungeon Entrance – 45%

  One by one, the players began their cautious ascent up the treacherous staircase, each step bringing them closer to the heart of the dungeon’s labyrinth. The air was thick with tension, the only sounds the faint creak of stone and the occasional shuffle of feet. Elowen, known for her agility and sharp instincts, was already several steps ahead of the others, her eyes locked on the prize at the top. Behind her, ten players hurried upward, their determination to claim the Firefly Lantern evident in their focused expressions.

  Elowen had trained her entire life for moments like this. The first few stairs were smooth, the stone cold and steady beneath her feet. But as they climbed higher, the obstacles became more unpredictable. Each step felt like a test of their resolve, a challenge designed to break them.

  Then, it happened. Elowen misjudged the angle of one of the stairs, her foot slipping slightly on the uneven stone. A sharp pain shot up her leg as she twisted her ankle. She gasped, stumbling as she tried to regain her balance, but it was too late. With a sharp cry, Elowen collapsed onto the stairs, clutching her injured ankle.

  "Shit," she growled under her breath, her face contorted in pain.

  “Are you alright?" Kael whispered, his voice filled with concern as he crouched beside her. Elowen nodded, pressing her lips together to stifle any sound of pain.

  Her breath came in shallow gasps as she looked up, watching the others speed past her. She cursed her luck, knowing how crucial every second was in this deadly game.

  “Come on, Elowen! Get up!” one of the players shouted as they rushed by, but she could only watch as the group surged ahead, leaving her behind.

  Dax, a player known for his ruthless determination, was the first to reach her. He saw Elowen writhing in pain, but his eyes remained cold and focused solely on the goal ahead. The Firefly Lantern was within reach, and he wasn’t about to let anything—or anyone—slow him down.

  "Move, Elowen!" Dax barked, his voice harsh and unyielding. "The clock’s ticking. We need to find the Lantern. Now!"

  Without hesitation, Dax shoved Elowen aside with a brutal push, sending her sprawling onto the stairs. She groaned in pain, but her injury left her unable to retaliate. Dax didn’t even glance back as he continued his reckless ascent, his eyes fixed on the prize.

  Elowen gritted her teeth, her hands balling into fists as she fought to regain her footing. Her mind raced, and for a moment, fear threatened to overwhelm her. But she knew that giving in to fear meant certain defeat. Reaching for the dagger at her belt, she winced as the movement sent a fresh wave of pain through her ankle. Still, she pushed through it, focusing on the task ahead.

  With sheer determination, Elowen forced herself to stand, her injured leg trembling but holding her weight. She took a deep breath, her eyes narrowing as she glared at Dax’s retreating figure. This wasn’t over—not by a long shot. She would find a way to catch up, to outsmart the others, and to claim the Firefly Lantern for herself. She would rise, no matter the cost.

  [Silver Herald Butterfly Notification]

  [Time Left: 2 minutes]

  Progress: Dungeon Entrance – 65%

  Time seemed to stretch endlessly as the players pressed on, their initial adrenaline fading with each grueling step. By the time they neared the top of the staircase, their movements had grown sluggish, their bodies weighed down by exhaustion and the toll of the dungeon’s challenges.

  Kael, noticing Elowen’s absence, turned back and hurried down the stairs to where she sat, clutching her injured ankle. His eyes widened as he saw the blood seeping from a wound at her waist. Without hesitation, he knelt beside her, his face etched with concern.

  “Elowen, are you okay?” Kael asked, his voice urgent as he quickly removed his shirt and pressed it against her wound to stem the bleeding.

  Elowen winced but managed a forced smile. “Yeah,” she replied, her voice strained. “Just a little bruised, I think.” She hated showing vulnerability, especially in a place like this, but she knew she couldn’t afford to let her guard down completely.

  Kael’s expression softened, though guilt flickered in his eyes. “I still feel bad,” he said apologetically. “Dax shouldn’t have pushed you like that. It was reckless.”