The sky above was a vast, endless expanse of blue, dotted with white clouds that drifted lazily across the horizon. The world seemed calm, a deceptive tranquility that belied the chaos lurking just beneath the surface. Far below, in the heart of what was once a thriving metropolis, a massive dungeon towered over the ruins of the city. Its blackened spires clawed at the heavens, and from its depths came the faint echoes of unearthly roars. Fifteen years had passed since the first dungeon appeared on Earth. At first, they were a mystery—portals that opened seemingly at random, unleashing waves of creatures upon an unsuspecting world. As humanity struggled to understand and contain these threats, the dungeons began to grow in number and intensity. The creatures that emerged from them were unlike anything seen before, ranked from F to S based on their power. The higher the rank, the more dangerous and formidable the beast.
The arrival of the dungeons had forced humanity to adapt. Cities were fortified, new technologies developed, and heroes emerged to fight back. But even with their best efforts, the world had changed irreversibly.
And now, in the midst of this transformed world, something even more extraordinary was about to happen.
High above the dungeon, the sky shimmered, as if the very fabric of reality was being stretched. The air crackled with energy, and for a moment, time itself seemed to stand still. Then, with a flash of blinding light, a figure appeared, hovering effortlessly in the air.
I had returned.
For millennia, Aeschylus had been a legend—a god whose power was unmatched, whose name was spoken with both reverence and fear. He had fought in countless wars, slain millions of gods, and had finally retreated from the celestial realm out of sheer boredom. The endless battles, the constant power struggles—it had all become tiresome to him. So he had left, withdrawing to the farthest reaches of the universe, seeking solitude and peace.
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"DAMNN being a god sure is tiresome, I want some rest, just once." I, the god, Aeschylus, sighed.
As I descended from the sky, I surveyed the world below with mild interest. The city beneath me was a shadow of its former self, its once-glistening towers now reduced to crumbling ruins. The streets were empty, save for the occasional scavenger picking through the rubble. But what caught my attention most was the dungeon—an enormous structure that seemed to pulse with dark energy.
"So, this is what has become of Earth,” I mused, my voice a deep, resonant echo that seemed to vibrate through the air. “Fascinating.” I should stop talking like a old geezer though, god.
I landed gracefully on the ground, my feet touching down on the cracked pavement with a soft thud. The power that radiated from me was palpable, a force of nature that made the very ground tremble. I stood tall, my black hair flowing in the breeze, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. I was a god among mortals, and my presence was enough to send shivers down the spine of any who dared to look upon me. I guess not today, I'm mortal thanks to that shitty god who trapped me here. I paused in front of the dungeon, studying it with a critical eye. For the first time in centuries, I felt afraid, how could I be on this mere dungeon that I created? the energy emanating from it was strong, almost overwhelming, but to myself, it was nothing more than a curiosity. I had faced far greater threats in his time, and this dungeon, with all its dark power, was little more than a toy to him. With a casual flick of my wrist, I sent a wave of energy crashing into the dungeon’s entrance. The ground shook as the impact reverberated through the structure, but the dungeon held firm, its walls absorbing the blow without so much as a crack. I should control my power a little less, I might destroy the mortal realm myself, but this time.... My body felt weaker, almost as if I was an ant in the gods realm. As I turned to leave, I felt a presence behind him. I didn’t need to look to know that it was one of the creatures from the dungeon—a beast drawn to my own power like a moth to a flame. I could sense its hunger, its desire to consume him, to prove itself against the god who had returned to Earth.