Another calm day is passing over the world of Vesna, a minor deity of old is looking down at the world wondering why its so calm. The large wars of the past, the founding of new races. the creation of dungeons and monsters to roam the lands, for the people to have adventure and discover!

Now, it is just peace. Small scuffles here and there. A battle or two, and then enough treaties and paper work to make anyone shudder. This cycle had been goin on for millennia. Principles of magic have been discovered and then normalized, never to think on them again. The races of the world look up at the sky in wonder, then Maybe again a time or two. In a world of monsters and dungeons why look up when adventure awaits in every corner of the land.

Etnai, the deity of wonder, pondered this predicament. Long had it been since a mortal had true wonder no other had before, and something had to change. It had been a long time since she had used here privilage to bring a soul into the world. All gods had the ability but it was a bit of a gamble, you couldn't pick the soul but you could pick where. it was an ability of change you could set the stage and bring a soul to a great purpose. many heroes were born this way. into a family on the eve of a war. To a small village by a new dungeon. In a place of turmoil, where change was welcome.

This power was fickle, and could fizzle out if the soul was not willing to push themselves in a new world. But Etnai had summoned many before but she wanted something new. Summoning a being in a way no other had before. Even if it was but a flicker of life, of a new way of thought, it would be worth these years of dullness.

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Looking out at the rings around this world, the clouds and seas, she had an idea. Long had it been known that dungeons form in the presence of dense mana that is free of control. usually deep underground away from thinking beings, then they grow till they are discovered and adventure is had! but if a dungeon core is without mana they will lose their luster and die, much like starvation.

Sometimes a dungeon is born in space, in the presence of mana dense material in asteroids, with the sun giving its energy as thin wisps of mana. A few times a year a dungeon is formed in the rings of a planet. Away from all interference and all alone a dungeon born here is born to its death. Unable to overcome their instinct at such a young age, they hide and dig into their rock, absorbing the mana around them. Then once that mana is gone, it takes years to build up again. hiding from the only source of mana in this vast space they slowly starve after digging their own grave. then their meteorites fall to the planet with the dead cores inside, a boon to most, a curiosity to scholars.

Many have wondered just what its like for a dungeon above the planet, high in the sky where none have gone before. A truly unique experience even in death, and one Etnai hopes to be most enlightening.

Focusing on a area of the ring, she awaits the formation of a dungeon, the mana is pooling and cascading here ready for just little more mana, calling on her ability, she brings forth a soul from the veil, from a world beyond just after their time has come. A call to a new life, she will have to wait and see if this soul can survive.

Maybe even thrive..