*DOOOON!*
"What is going on!?"
The large explosion that happened at the entrance of the temple could be heard even down in the Dungeon Master's private locals, down on the fourth and last floor.
"? What are you talking about, master?"
"Argh, forget it!!"
...Or, it was only the Dungeon Master who had good ears.
The Dungeon Master, a Birdkin with sickly yellow feathers and the head of an ostrich, turned away from the Jackalman with irritation showing on his face.
Wanting to know the source of the noise, the Birdkin walked to a pedestal with a vessel filled with water on top, the Terminal of the Desert Temple-type Dungeon. With his command, pictures started to show on the water surface and revealed the intruders to the Birdkin.
It was a group of fiendish-looking creatures, including humanoids with blue skin and demonic wings, bulky, purple-skinned demons, and elves with dark skin.
