A couple of days had passed since Mark and the girls began planning the restructuring of the dungeon's lower floors.
And now Mark was on the eighth floor, making the final adjustments.
Mark raised his hand, focusing his power, and watched as the stone walls shifted and reorganized according to his will.
The dungeon responded to his commands like an extension of his own body.
A hidden pit trap formed in the center of the corridor, the stone floor splitting and reconfiguring itself.
Spikes emerged from below — sharp and perfectly positioned.
'Perfect.'
Mark moved on to the next section, creating a narrow passage that would force intruders into a bottleneck, ideal for an ambush.
He visualized the structure in his mind and then brought it into reality. The walls shifted inward, narrowing the corridor until it was barely wide enough for two people to walk side by side.
