Dungeon Master In A Fantasy World

On an ordinary day, in another world, far away from humanity as a whole, wedged into a crevice of stone, laid a crystal, defenseless, as it simply was on the ground.

Then, as the crystal abruptly rose from the ground, it stabilized in its ascension, as it floated gently in the air. And accompanying its absurd rising from the ground, an odd blue tinge began emanating from the crystal.

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A few weeks later, that oddly glowing crevice had become something else entirely, as an entirely out of place cobbled wall stuck out of the previously bare cavern.

And a few hundred feet into the single hallway of bare walls, a few zagging turns present, though not very effective as a labyrinth, leading quickly to the end, the once small crystal now roughly a meter in diameter, roughly bobbing about in the air, constantly fighting against its own weight with the fragment of magical essence within fighting to escape, it was left untouched for another undetermined length of time.

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Roughly eight months later, the crystal had grown once more, floating merely five inches from the ground, hopelessly fighting against the crystal’s absurd weight, for, while the magical essence within had grown significantly since, so had the absurd complex containing the crystal’s form, from a single path, to thirteen, though they were all relatively short, only going for a few hundred feet each, as the main tunnel had become a great deal further from the entrance, an odd throne room, formed of an odd obsidian rock, though not nearly as hard as pure obsidian, while the throne itself was a mere pile of rocks, not a true throne, just a facsimile formed by the Dungeon’s own desire for a Master.

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On the dawn that marked the fourth year since the crystal’s formation, its absurdly large size had long been scraping the ground, unable to float above the ground at all any more, as it lay a few thousand feet below the ground level, wildly obscured by hundreds of nigh endless paths leading on for an eternity, able to confuse even the greatest explorers, with its almost infinite winding pathways, paths leading all throughout the hollowed mountain which the dungeon had been formed in, leaving well over five thousand miles of unrestrained mazes, sprawling out in hundreds of distinct directions.

And as the monstrous maze lay in disarray, later on in that same day, the crystal suddenly rose from the ground, its absurd weight being utterly defied, as it was brought over a dozen feet into the air, before floating firmly in the air, nay a movement in sight.

And with the absurd appearance of that screen, a concept of this world reserved for the Heroes of humanity, the crystal suddenly dropped from nearly thirty feet, utterly shattering against the ground, countless shards falling away to reveal the form of the Dungeon’s newly formed Master.