At this time the mote just slowly embedded itself into the rock wall, forces of life and chaos washed across it surfaces and it grew. Over the course of a couple of decades it reached the size of a small ball bearing. As the time past the crust of the globe moved and all across the planet changed happened.

Mountains were raised in days,

Lakes and rivers were drained over hours.

Continents were flooded by the seas over weeks,

New lands emerged from beneath the seas over months.

Yet of all these changes none impacted the future of Earth as the crack that opened into the home of that mote.

Dungeons had become a common occurrence across the globe since the awakening. Embedded with Systems that generated simulations of life these were the best way to push the boundaries of what was safe for the dominate life forms that now inhabited Earth. They enabled the growth of levels and skills, while offering access to resources that were now nearly impossible to access from the wilds. Most dungeons that survived were clustered around various inhabited locations.

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Yet for the mote in question while it had grown very slowly. Indeed, not much had happened it grew but the systems that attempted to integrate failed reflected by its bright metallic skin. Yet life was strong within its tiny heart. Soon though other inhabitants of this underground world became aware of this source of life and hungered. The first was a lichen Through the crack it extended its cells, the It hungered and forced its cells through the crack, dissolving the rock enlarging the crack until it reached the geode that enclosed the mote. Stubbornly it slowly grew across the crystals, which were a barren desert of nutrients as the energy radiating from the mote was irresistible. Finally, it grew to cover the reflective ball that was the mote, it excreted more acid to dissolve the walls of the proto dungeon for this is what the mote was.