Reed woke up, and for the first time in his life as a Dungeon Core, his back didn't hurt.
He wasn't sleeping on a stone slab. He wasn't sleeping in a pile of moss. He was lying on a mattress that felt like it was stuffed with clouds and sin. The sheets were silk, cool to the touch and black as midnight.
He sat up, blinking. The room was unfamiliar. It was massive, a sprawling suite with high, vaulted ceilings carved from dark obsidian. The lighting wasn't the harsh orange glow of magma or the bioluminescent blue of moss. It was a soft, moody violet that seemed to drift in the air like smoke.
"Where…?" Reed muttered, rubbing his face.
He looked down. He was wearing silk pajamas. Black silk pajamas.
[SYSTEM ALERT]
[Event Complete: VOID ASSIMILATION.]
[Dungeon Aesthetic Updated: GOTHIC NOIR.]
[Note: The Void Shard has rewritten your interior design parameters. You are no longer a 'Cave'. You are now an 'Estate'.]
"Fancy," Reed whispered.
