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William rode on the back of the enormous undead serpent, its smooth scales reflecting the dim light filtering through the canopy of leaves. His mind was alert, eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. The patterns on the trees were intriguing, but he couldn’t let his curiosity distract him from the ever-present threats of the dungeon.

As they moved deeper into the forest, the ambient sounds grew quieter. The usual cacophony of dungeon creatures seemed to fade away, replaced by an eerie silence that put William on edge. He tightened his grip on the serpent, feeling the tension in its muscles beneath him. The entire forest seemed to be holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.

Suddenly, the ground beneath them trembled slightly, and William’s instincts kicked in. “Prepare for battle!” he shouted to his undead army. The serpents immediately shifted into a defensive formation, their bodies coiling protectively around William. He leapt off the leading serpent, lan
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