Hadrian was stunned, never in his life could he even imagined such a thing could exist, it was monstrous. A giant wall made of bone, leather and steel, skeleton’s locked on to each other forming it.

Shocked silent at the sight Hadrian didn’t know how to process the situation before him, the confidence that was built was starting to crumble. “Holy fucking shit, how the hell did this happen?”

Just as he finished his sentence did a thought pop into his head, “Did it truly make this in a single night, what the hell was going through the Floor Bosses mind when it did this”

Hadrian was truly confused, he didn’t believe his presence in the Dungeon would cause such an intense reaction from it.

But Hadrian truly underestimated how long was it since the Floor Boss had even the slightest challenge against them, this Floor Boss had been left alone in its floor for countless years. Hadrian coming into the Dungeon and killing its minion’s in the same day had awoken it’s forgotten memories.

Memories of when it was created by the Dungeon to combat the God’s chosen, the constant death of its minion’s and of itself, driving it to the brink of insanity. The first time it final defeated one of the chosen was still one of its fondest memories, their screams still bringing it an unending happiness.

As time went by less and less chosen came into its floor and even less had the strength to defeat it, the screams no longer bringing the same joy as it once did.

When Hadrian enters it floor and it felt the death of its minion, the unpleasant memories came flooding back. The memories of dying over and over forcing itself into every thought, the terror ate at it until the paranoia consumed it.

Forcing every minion it had, it surrounded itself with all its Knights and commanded its infantry to become a wall surrounding its base.

Wanting to try and use his identify skill on the wall, Hadrian starts to sneak closer to it. He slowly got closer and closer until he was finally close enough, “identify”

‘Ding’ 'IDENTIFICATION COMPLETE’

‘RACE : SKELETAL WALL'

‘RANK : UNCOMMON'

‘INFO : A WALL MADE UP OF WEAK SKELETON DUNGEON MONSTERS, WHILE NOT REINFORCED WITH NECROMATIC MANA IT’S STRENGTH IS STILL SUBSTANTIAL'

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“Oh, thank fuck it’s not a Lich”

The news bought Hadrian a massive amount of relief, the hope of the Floor Boss not being a Lich or being a Lich too weak to risk its MANA on one of it main defenses made him happy.

“Wait, it could be a trap though I mean they could be trying to make me break through the wall then reinforce it back up, trapping me inside”

Hadrian was stumped, not knowing what to think. He was hoping he was right but didn’t want to risk it, so he decided to prepare for the worse and plan for it to be a trap.

Leaving the area, Hadrian starts the walk back to the blacksmiths. Wanting to be as prepared as he could, as he gets closer to the blacksmiths an idea begins to form in his head.

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The idea of turning the road that leads up to the skeletal wall into a giant trap, lots of different plans passed through his head. Creating a ramming cart to smash into the skeletal wall, digging up the stone floors to create pitfall traps, building spiked wooden barricades and placing them in maze like pattern and other ideas pop into his head.

As he entered the blacksmiths, he starts to formalize his plans. Rather than pick one he tries to combine as many as he can, grabbing a shovel and a pickaxe from the blacksmiths.

Heading into the main road, he tries to see if he can break through the road and actually create a hole deep enough for a pitfall. Swinging the pickaxe down, he cracks through the stone road with ease, the years of neglect combined with its natural age had significantly reduced to durability of the stone.

“Well it seems part one of the plan is doable, better go check if I can find a wagon or a cart”

Quickly heading back into the blacksmiths he grabs as many materials as he can, going as far as to break any extra barrels he could find for the wood. Basically pilfering everything he could find that was useful, leaving the blacksmiths again and starts his search for a cart or wagon.

Wandering the town’s road and back streets hoping to find any sort of cart he could use as a battering ram, it would take a few hours until he found something that met his criteria. It was a medium-sized horse cart, grabbing it from the store it was in front of.

Bringing it back to the front of the blacksmiths, he starts to plan on what to do with it. “This would be a lot better if I had some sort of explosive”, grabbing all the tools he can.

He starts to grab some long beams of wood and starts to create a makeshift battering ram. Stepping back he admires his work, it was kind of a mess if he was honest but it was his mess.

The horse cart had every bit of useless wood removed, a mixture of spiked and flat wooden beams sticking out of the front, hoping that the mixture will pierce and smash through the wall with ease. Hadrian starts pushing the cart to the main road that housed the skeletal wall, wanting to be as prepared as he could be.

“I better start digging then”, making sure he was a good distance away from the wall just in case the noise alerted them, he started smashing up as many stone bricks off the floor as he could. After that he starts digging long rectangular trenches that he plans to add branching spiked stakes, that he hopes will be able to trap any skeleton’s that fall on them.

Hours have passed as he continued on his preparations, as he got lost in his work the thought of time passing meant little to him. As the hours whittled away with Hadrian creating his pitfalls and his barricades, as he finished up the last barricade and places it into his inventory a shadow catches his eye as it launches itself over the skeletal wall.

‘CRASH!!’

The black shadow crash lands in front of Hadrian, as the dust clear and the being stands up. He sees it in full view, a pitch black knight with great sword in hand stands before him.

One of the same knights that led the swarms of skeleton’s to chase him from before.

“Fuck”