Recipe #415
Blade Trap
Rusted pendulums sweep the corridor with mechanical precision, their edges still slick with the memory of those who failed to time their step. One misstep, and the dungeon claims another offering of blood.
Rusted pendulums sweep the corridor with mechanical precision, their edges still slick with the memory of those who failed to time their step. One misstep, and the dungeon claims another offering of blood.
Rusted pendulums sweep the corridor with mechanical precision, their edges still slick with the memory of those who failed to time their step. One misstep, and the dungeon claims another offering of blood.