In a world full of fantasy, there are dungeons filled with monsters and the unknown.
Rune hunters venture into these dungeons, chasing treasures beyond human imagination. But there is one dungeon even the strongest among them dare not enter.
It's known as "The Dungeon That God Fears." Many legendary rune hunters have entered—but none have returned.
Today, I was about to step inside with my fellow rune hunters. We believed we were fully prepared. We crossed the threshold, unaware of what awaited us.
For hours, we followed a winding path until we came across a narrow bridge suspended over an abyss. The holes beneath it seemed to watch us, haunting and endless. An eerie feeling crept over us as we advanced.
As I looked down into the darkness, it felt as though something down there was staring back. Then we heard footsteps echoing through the dungeon. We quickly assumed our formation.
From the shadows emerged a humanoid creature wielding a massive blood-soaked sword. Its body was grotesquely mutated, like a human twisted by unspeakable horrors.
We began retreating cautiously, eyes locked on the unmoving monster—when suddenly, another one attacked from behind. It lunged at Elsa, our tank. Brody jumped to block the strike.
His arm was crushed in an instant. Blood sprayed everywhere as he screamed in agony. We were stunned—how could this be happening?
Before we could react, the first monster attacked Elsa. She took a brutal blow and collapsed, unconscious.
I was the only one still able to fight.
Fueled by rage and fear, I charged at the anomaly. Strangely, their bodies seemed fragile—I cut them down with ease. Exhausted, my vision blurred. My eyelids grew heavy.
Then, out of nowhere, someone shoved me from behind.
As I fell into the abyss, I glimpsed a figure in a hooded cloak marked with a strange symbol. Darkness swallowed me whole as I lost consciousness.