Bydd finally completed his newest floor, after multiple months of planning the [Rare] core designated the area of the floor in three-dimensional space and gave it the name 'Whispering catacombs'.
It was a marvel of a floor with his two [Rare] aspects as a basis. Death, and language.
With old sentient burial grounds and catacombs as inspiration, they had created a large labyrinthine section of hollowed out stone. Then they furnished it with worn down cloth and made signs of corrosion, they even added a few spiders and cobwebs for decorative detail!
Then for the monsters they created arcane skeletal frames of four legged canines and two-legged humanoids before forcing the death aspect over the whole creature to create psuedo-undead, even if they'd rather use the corpses of the few humans that actually died in their few floors as a basis to make real undead. But his managers didn't really like his use of their kind's corpses, a shame but they could make due.
But the best was left for last!
Using the language aspect Bydd created a few spoken words for the bipedal psuedo-undead over a few months of time, made with the intention to unnerve and degrade the living's intent to continue on, it was quite the powerful thing. Of course, due to its nature as an aspect-born form of language, it was quite difficult to both replicate and create due to the lack of sentients with any kind of proper language aspected mages, scribes, or any other class type that could mess with language.
Though, honestly, Bydd was kind of sad that every try to mix the death and language aspect was yet to prove fruitful so far. But he wasn't worried, he had created a word that could directly evoke a flame in spite of their Focusless aspect having contested it after two years of hard work.
Even if they despised the sentients that had subjugated them, the benefits given by working with them- Complete assurance that they wouldn't be either shattered or used to create an item, information about different aspects and once in a while even direct tutelage from one of their mages, even information about different dungeons that had popped-up- All made sure of by magical contract created by Bydd themselves.
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All in exchange for creating tomes filled with their special language for dungeons solely, even if it was crude and extremely space-inefficient compared to the sentients' own written language, it was specifically made so that any dungeon could automatically take the script and understand what it wanted to be said without trying to.
The best part about the contract was that it allowed them to add a bit extra to the tomes, even if the language itself was more fine-tuned for schematics and such instead of normal text so it took around 0.061 square meters of page for a single sentence.
[Dungeon, a new order has come from the higher ups, they need a new tome for glowing moss.]
Bydd's eyes shifted to the room his core remained, with a volume 64 times it's original size, it was still not that impressive compared to the human casually sitting there with enough strength to instantly kill them and cause the entire dungeon to collapse if they put their mind to it; if it were made of regular stone.
The dungeon core directed its mind at the arcane and crystal stake they held in their hand and said back [When?]
[They said to have it done in at least two months, probably considering your current expansion.]
[Which dungeon is it?] Bydd asked.
The sentient paused for a moment [I'm not sure, maybe its that [Uncommon] dungeon close to the Andrus border?]
Hmm, troublesome, an [Uncommon] was usually a lot less sophisticated, Bydd couldn't be sure whether or not dungeon script would work either. From what they remembered, Bydd had been mostly drifting through [Common] and was barely sapient in the following rarity.
[What focus?] They asked.
[No clue, it only has slimes. Its really profitable too considering the amount, from what I could gather. Though it does have some pretty dangerous variants, from what I've heard.] The male human responded back.
Only slimes was a bad sign, it could be focusless. But; [How dangerous are those variants?]
[One melted directly through [Common] anti-acid armour, with acid, so probably more dangerous and volatile than the average [Uncommon]. Though that was while it was [Common], so who knows?]
Strange, that sounded strange. Bydd checked the skills section, but couldn't find anything that could possibly directly melt through anti-acid equipment even if it was only [Common]. Strange, really strange.
They'd need to see how smart it was, maybe cores also had natural variants?
Still, Bydd had more important things to do than think about that, the imbuement of the catacombs wasn't going to do itself. And they also weren't ready to give up on that undead script just yet, they would start to work on the tome in maybe around a month.