The world dissolved. An architectural nightmare. The refined elegance of the Valerius estate was being violently rewritten.
The solid, comforting physics of reality were thrown out. Replaced by the chaotic, malevolent logic of a newborn dungeon.
The floor beneath them heaved. The priceless rug ripped apart. Jagged, black stone erupted from below. The walls, once lined with books, flowed like liquid stone.
Stretching and contorting into the walls of a dark, dripping cavern.
The cheerful fireplace became a gaping, fiery maw. It belched plumes of acrid, black smoke. The grand, crystal chandelier melted. Its delicate glass teardrops elongated into sharp, menacing stalactites.
The entire mansion was collapsing into a chaotic, expanding dungeon. A dying world. And they were trapped in its death throes.
