Padjhuk

You don’t guard the dungeon.

You farm it.

Deep below the earth, forgotten by gods and mortals alike, you stir — the last true dweller of the abyss. Not a monster. Not a guardian.
A connoisseur.

Adventurers come. Clad in shiny armor, brimming with courage, convinced they’ll plunder your halls and escape to glory.
They never do.

As they fall — to traps, to beasts, to their own arrogance — their souls bolt for the surface, desperate to flee your domain.
That’s when you cast your hook.

🎣 One flick. One tug. One gulp.
Their essence? Yours. Their screams? Seasoning.

The deeper they run… the sweeter they taste.

Welcome to the underworld’s most exclusive buffet.
Bon appétit, Dweller.