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The air grew thick and humid. The dry stone of the mines gave way to slick mud, giant Venus flytraps, and aggressive tiki tribesmen. He had made it to the Jungle.

: Arrow traps were rigged to fire at the slightest movement, capable of taking off a man's head in the blink of an eye. Trust no one : Not even the merchants.

Guy's boots were soaked. He was bleeding from a graze on his arm where a giant spider had lunged at him. His supplies were dwindling. He was down to one bomb and a single rope. Then, he heard it. A soft whimpering. The air grew thick and humid

The rope was frayed, but it held. Guy slid down into the dark, his boots hitting the cold stone with a heavy thud. He adjusted his fedora and pulled a sputtering torch from his belt.

Ahead, Guy spotted a golden idol resting on a stone pedestal. Its ruby eyes glimmered in his torchlight. He knew it was a trap. Taking it would trigger a massive, rolling boulder that would crush anything in its path. : Arrow traps were rigged to fire at

: A single step onto a concealed set of spikes meant instant, agonizing death.

The ceiling groaned. A spherical boulder the size of a small house crashed down behind him. Guy sprinted, his heart hammering against his ribs. He threw a rope up a ledge, scrambled up just in time, and watched the boulder demolish a wooden shop structure below. He was bleeding from a graze on his

He moved cautiously through the Mines. He knew the rules of this world all too well: