In the dungeon, a large nest of spiders began to swarm towards the entrance.

Bones of humans young and old in their path.

Marty had no idea that if he opened the gate to the entranceway to the dungeon, those spiders would be free to devour him. Well, that’s if he made a wrong move. He felt caught in Priscilla’s eyes and her secret also left him without words.

“Dragorna just ate what? Are you insane! I should make him spit it up!” Marty wanted to puke. He felt his blood pressure rising. If Dragorna had just eaten a legendary orb than didn’t that mean he swallowed something worth a thousand gold coins! That was enough to buy a house away from the shore! Forget worrying about his shanty getting swept to sea! His mother would’ve been able to eat well for ten years with that much gold! He wanted to smack himself for not stopping Dragorna.

“The crazy thing is Allen killed the last child that tried to sneak off with a treasure. It’s true. I watched him drop the guillotine on his head and saw the blood burst out of his eyes.”

“Are you serious? So what do I do with any treasures we find?”

“I’m your boss. You give them to me and if Allen lets me I’ll let you use the treasures to make Dragorna stronger. He’s the wiser of the two of you. I can tell. I bet he’s 200 years old.”

“He’s not! He’s very young!” Marty calmed himself. He leaned over to observe the levers. “Wait… there are twenty levers here right… What do we have to do? Any clue?”

“It’s some sort of puzzle. We have to put them in a certain order to open the doors.” Priscilla bent over and leaned down next to him. “It’s warm next to you. Anyone ever tell you you’re hot?”

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“I can’t believe you. I don’t want a girlfriend.” Marty looked around at the cavern. On the ceiling, stalactite shimmered from the beams of light coming from Priscilla’s magic. He looked over and saw her butt too close to his face. He blushed and nudged her away. “Hey, I’m not trying to get that warm! It’s really hot by your ass!”

“OH shut up! Look over there!” Priscilla pointed at the wall. “It must be a clue.”

“You need to get a clue,” Marty spit some dirt from his mouth and twisted onto his palms, staring up at the ceiling. “That’s… that’s some sort of pattern.” On the ceiling, behind the stalactite, colorful lights flickered, dazzling both of them. “What could it mean?”

“The octopus was drawn to you. Mena’s you’re the smart one here.” Some rumors said that those chosen by octopus had special brains that drew them in from the clouds, at least in legend. The legend spoke of the octopus being drawn to the wisest of men, the eel to the fastest of them, and the fish to the loudest. He felt enormously upset when people called him smart just because of his octopus. He wanted to be a warrior! Destroy everything and be smart when he needed to be!

“Hmmm… I think I got it.”

The lights flickered in a spellbinding pattern, and very fast. Yet they always went in the same order three times before shifting the opposite direction twice.

It must mean… if I got the ratio right… 12 levers to the right and 8 to the left.

A simple equation.

Sometimes he just figured out things he shouldn’t, and he figured it might be because of Dragorna. Either that, or he didn’t have enough faith in himself. He nonetheless instructed Priscilla to maneuver 8 levers to the left.

“You sure? And ugh… did you hear that? Sounded like a dong eating ab one?”

“I’m sure,” Marty proudly responded. “Hmph, I’m not the smartest around, but I can recognize a pattern when I see it.”

“Okay,” She pointed at Dragorna, smirking. “Haha, your octopus is dripping golden ooze! I heard dragon octopus only do that when they ate something amazing! I guess in your case, it probably hurts to see him so happy.”

“I’m happy for him, but he did just eat something worth a house. Let me see you buddy?” Marty leaned down to examine its tendrils. “Wow, this is amazing… IT’s suckers are changing color. If I’m right, isn’t this starting to look like… no it can’t be. Royalty? No way! You can’t be royalty! How is that possible?!”

“You underestimate Sir Allen’s eyes. He thought so too,” Priscialla put her hands against the wooden lever, and slammed it down.

“Now hold on! Either the wrong door is going to open, and we’re going to have to fight like hell. Or two, you are right and we get the prize of a life time!”