Echoes of the Deep: Niedro's Oath

Pixel Dungeon fanfic, full of resentment after being challenged by the Dwarf King Too far off topic The lives of the aborigines in the dungeon are worth less than dry rye food. They are just toys for adventurers to practice. Karen is holding a notch dagger, and the broken medal on his chest is the only warmth. The rodents in the sewers grinded their teeth in the dark, the black blood of mutated rats stuck to the copper keys, the poisonous sewage seeped into the boots, assassins assassinated, and the false king betrayed, and he finally understood: the so-called rune guardians were just people who gambled that they could outlast the skeletons in the abyss of corruption. And he wants to bet to the end - bet that he can touch the Nidro Talisman, bet that he can undo the curse of the whole family, bet that when the ancient god opens his eyes, his sword can still create a beam of light.