The cold ground could be felt against the soft skin of an old man, with hair graying as swiftly as it takes for a fly to be born and die. Warm rays of sun penetrated an imaginary layer on the old man's body, introducing a warm sensation of heat within him. The sound of footsteps could be heard to his right, as a young woman with crimson red hair would find herself walking forward to the old being. 

"Your Majesty, we believe an heir has successfully been found to inherit your throne." 

The woman spoke in a polite manner, respectfully bowing as she spoke her serious words. This would trigger the old man to speak, as he glanced over to the woman with an expression showing his calmed emotions. 

"Show me the boy, for I want to see the next ruler of these lands."

The woman nod her head, as she would return out the room, heading through the nearby door. Around three minutes would pass, until the door opened yet again. The return of the flame-headed woman would come, as she brought in a child with dark hair. Specifically, it would be as dark as a night in a polluted city, without stars. This seemed to give joy to the old king, as he smiled. 

"This boy will take my kingdom, and rule as the king of relevance."

A week would go by, as the small black-haired child would be crowned a king. A new ruler for an old kingdom, filled with a variety of humans. To those within the kingdom, a day of rejoice would be set. A day to enjoy the continuing of a still-great land. All until flames would be all the eye could see, as death brought itself to the uncalled kingdom. The old king, a man of previous joy, glanced down upon the ravaging of what his lands used to be. As a deep feeling of cold and bitterness reverberated throughout his now limp body. A knife sat within his back, as he fell from the top of his balcony onto the hard ground below.

Zorome, a human girl belonging to the kingdom of Kasengo, quickly found herself jolting upward within her bed. The fair-skinned girl quickly reached her hand toward her lower back, as if feeling for that of a stab wound. Nothing out of the ordinary would be there.

"A King's Inevitable Downfall?"

Attempting to shrug the strange 'dream' off, the messy blonde haired woman hurried to get out of bed. Her first action would be to make her way to the nearest mirror, inspecting her sleepy head of hair. With how it currently remained, unbrushed and messy, she would feel somewhat embarrassed should she decide to leave her home without doing anything. As such, the teen grabbed the nearest brush, and quickly released the knots within her hair.

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"To think I could dream something like that. . ."

Regardless of her night, she smiled and continued with her daily routine.

Eventually, Zorome found herself walking out into the open streets of her town, Falton. Falton remained as a lower middle class town near the capital, as the majority of people who lived in Falton were less fortunate with money and societal standing.

She continued her walk down the open streets, until the nearest guild building came into sight of her lime-green eyes. This would follow with her entering, as the sight of a friendly high elf would welcome her.

"Welcome back Zoro!" 

The teen would feel two hands wrap around her, as one of her friends with pink hair could be seen. The elven girl wore a white tank top, and black shorts to keep her movements swift. Sitting above her shoulders was that of a leather cloak, which completed the outfit. To top it all off, she carried an expression of a bright smile.

"Ki- You seem like you're doing well today."

Speaking out in a buoyant tone of voice, Zorome would smile. Her arms would move in a similar movement to Ki's, giving a plentiful hug to the slightly shorter girl. This would be followed by a quick pat on her head, which ended the short moment of hugging. 

"Have you picked out a quest for us to do today, and hopefully something Silver-leveled this time?"

The blonde haired swords woman gave off a curious look to Ki, joking around as to ensure she didn't pick the wrong guild-class quest this time around. As if wasting no time, she would open her mouth and speak in an ecstatic tone of voice.

"We're going to slay some creatures that are causing trouble in the forest this time, and it's a silver quest just like we need!"

The rogue continued to give a thumbs up, before moving over toward the rest of the party. The two girls found themselves at a familiar desk, glancing toward three friendly faces. Together, they made up a party. This party would be called 'Genlock', a group of three girls and two guys alike.

 In particular, the tallest of the group would be a man called Varou, who was a swordsman. Being a human who fought many battles, he wore a simple outfit involving a black shirt, leather pants, and iron plates of armor to help protect him. Sai would be next, a human girl who studied magic as a mage. Her casual attire took on the form of long gray leggings and a chain-mail vest to protect herself. Her hair would be pinned together using hair clips the shape of an infinite symbol, as to prevent hair from getting in her eyes. The party would be finished to introductions with Kel, another elf in the party. Wearing leather armor, he kept himself to studying Archery and Summons. 

With all of that put together, Genlock would be complete. The group of misfits, bad personalities and good personalities alike, remained as a family to each other. Though, they had to stick together if they wanted to complete the missions they received for money. It wouldn't take much longer than two minutes to depart from the guild building, as they made their way off for their quest.

Around thirty minutes after leaving, the group would be well on their way toward the nearby forest labeled 'Grim of the Dark'. This would be due to what creatures lie within it, specifically the most dangerous ones which escaped at the time of night fall. While ordinarily a party would be scared or nervous to enter this area, it was bright outside. This meant that there wasn't anything specifically to be fearful for. Arriving toward that of a webbed cave, the party would enter, holding weapons tightly within hand.