Sylas' eyes narrowed.
Temples.
The skies were dotted with them, each one wreathed in gold and having a perfect four sides.
No, maybe it would be more accurate to call them Mayan pyramids. Looming in the skies like that, it felt like they could either stay there forever or crash down, leading to a small-scale disaster whenever they so pleased.
At the top of the stairs, a giant warrior sat almost lazily, his legs open wide as though he were a gangster taking a smoke on a high school's premises.
There was something particularly… odd about these giants. They had come out of nowhere without rhyme or reason, but now they were becoming a permanent fixture of this Dynamic Field Dungeon without an end in sight.
How did you clear this Dungeon? What was its purpose? How were rewards distributed? What was the secret here?
No one knew, but it certainly kept throwing one challenge after another at them, and there didn't seem to be any signs that it would end any time soon.
