Night of the Full Moon

The only sounds echoing through the stone spiral staircase were our pounding footsteps and our increasingly ragged breathing.

The magic lamps set at regular intervals along the walls seemed somehow feeble, too.

It was the same sight as always.

—No, there was one thing different.

"Is it just me, or is it kind of dark?"

Lyle tilted his head.

His bangs, damp with sweat and clinging to his forehead, cast shadows in the dimness.

"That's because today is the full moon—the day the dungeon resets."

I answered, catching my breath.

"I've heard the lights gradually dim toward sunset on the full moon, when the reset begins."...