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> Treasure: One of the sunflowers is always ripe with seeds
A sprinkle of mana and one of the sunflowers drooped with a heavy load of seeds. The core nodded. Humble, but a fine first room. Water bubbled, leaves rustled, squirrels pilfered the entire sunflower in moments, then danced in delight as it restored to life and another sunflower drooped with seeds. The core checked her mana, sighing to find it at zero. Well, Knifey should be back soon with more supplies, then-
<span class="mu-s">Dungeon Mana maxed out. 20/20</span>
“Oh, you’re cute. A little garden dungeon.”
<span class="mu-s">Dungeon Management locked.</span>
The core twitched, growled as it found its mana locked inside. A winged woman was standing, hunched over in her entryway body cloaked in her wings. Her squirrels scurried up the branches of the tree and glared down.
“Hahaha. Squirrels? You think rodents are going to be enough?” The woman took a step, feet revealed as cruel bird talons. Her eyes gazed around the room as the breeze stilled. “A twig, a climbing challenge, some sunflowers...hmph.” The woman, a harpy, took flight, soaring low over the ground, bypassing the squirrel glade and entering the core room.
<span class="mu-s">Warning! Mana Levels Dangerously High! 40/20</span>
The core shuddered, a visible orange flame rolling off of it. The harpy smirked and landed in front of the core. Lightning lashed off the orange sphere, leaving a scorch in the grass.
“A little infant.” Her smile grew. “I could break you with a look.” She lifted a clawed foot, resting it on the core and squeezed.
Pain! Trees shook, squirrels chattered, the sparkling stream split with veins of ice.
The harpy let go, laughter filling the air. “Oh you’re cute! A tender little piece of meat. Do grow nice and big for me.”
Something screamed, and a knife flashed through the air. The harpy span and batted the squirrel out of the air, sending it into a tree trunk with a crunch. Feather fragments and a sprinkle of blood hit the ground.
“Know your place, rodent.” The harpy spread its wings wide. “I will return, when you are a proper meal.” Grass scattered as the harpy shot off, passing back through the dungeon. The core winced as the heat and pain intensified, lightning arcing and flames crackling off the core itself.
Vision blurred. Tree leaves smoked. Stream water flowed backwards. She had to build, had to burn this energy!
<span class="mu-s">Critical Warning! Mana Levels Extremely High! 60/20
Dungeon Management Enabled!
Excessive Mana must be expended!
Build Rooms!</span>
> Build a line! D1 and D2!
> Form a cross! C3! D2! E3! Burn it all!
> No! Save some mana! C4! E4!
> Write in! Just make at least two rooms!
