In a place with no space or time a young man sat observing many screens. He looked to be about 20 but he was far older than that. Around him, the screens said various things like miasma absorb rate of dungeon core #76,943,008 down by 5%, dungeon 377,943,668 core was shattered, and dungeon core #77,934,666 has assimilated dungeon Core #407,864,611. He did not like dungeon Core #77,934,666, Ouroboros as it was called in the mortal world. But before his mind could be filled with thoughts of rage against the Ouroboros, a new screen appeared. It said dungeon core #418171514 has accessed the surface. Now this was quite interesting. This dungeon was 2 weeks old so it was quite odd to see it reach the surface that short of time. Though Loteria said that this had been a lost soul brought by the one who was sealed. No doubt it was brought here to be fed to the Ouroboros. It will be interesting to see how the mortals react to it.
Sorin Eiklef was once again up in his observation post. His job was a simple one supposedly. He reports on the status of dungeons on the eastern continent. The adventures guild gave him this job to help with improving his scouting skills. It had been nearly 7 years since he started this job, 3 more and he wouldn’t have to do this any more. The Guild gave him very simple instructions: he was to report to the central guild in the city of Vel Yorsen once every 6 months or when a new dungeon appears in the region. It was very simple and easy, at least that's what Sorin thought about it. That was until today. Most dungeons that appear in this region disappear after less than a week, though the one that appeared this morning has lasted double that amount of time. Sorin had wondered how it did that, surviving so long in that beast’s den. Sorin had to tell the guild about this one. This one was fascinating, so much so that it should be preserved. Besides that dungeon scanner is giving a somewhat strange reading, one Sorin had never seen before. So there was that as well. So he went back to his house where a woman named Melissa waited. He returned and started telling Melissa about what he was going to do.
“So a new dungeon appeared in the region. I'm going to make the journey to the guild headquarters. I’ll be gone for about 3 weeks.”
“ Wow how adult of you” the Woman said in a motherly tone. “I remember when my brother first gave you this, it seems like only yesterday you were always asking me to join you on your regularly report trips. Oh, I know! I think I’ll join you on your journey. I’ve been meaning to talk with my brother for a while now.” She said smiling.
At first Sorin frowned. He did not want to go on a trip with her because of how overbearing she could be. At his disapproval her long ears began to droop and her eyes began to fill with tears. Sorin hated seeing people crying, and even though he knew these were crocodile tears, he relented.
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“Fine’ he signs, “but you better not cause me any issues with my work”
Her eyes instantly cleared up and she instantly went to pack the things she needed for travel, her pale face filled with a beaming smile. Once she finished packing the stuff they needed from their home, they went to the general store to pick rations for their trip. On the way she asked:
“So where is this dungeon?”
“Its signature was picked up in the ebonspine, around the area of Rothgur’s tyranny”
“That's pretty far south”
As they walked Sorin thought about Rothgur’s tyranny. It was said that the dwarves used to live in the ebonspines until the then dwarf king Rothgur Bowsmasher IX caused a great calamity that caused the dwarfs to flee to the southern continent on Albalka. Rothgur’s tyranny is said to be where the dwarfs lived about 11500 years ago. The exact nature of this calamity is unknown because the dwarfs were unwilling to tell. It was theorized to have been caused by Rothgur’s ruthless ambition because of the name of the spire. The only thing known for certain was that it left behind a lot of necrotic energies. Sorin wondered what kind of dungeon appeared in a place like that.
They reached the store and after they purchased the needed food supplies, the woman he was with kept pestering him to buy more undergarments. Sorin now wondered how his mother would embarrass him next. The old shop keep just laughed saying “whether looks or personality, she never changes.”
Sorin Knew this was going to be a long trip.
This was good. The mortals are already on the move. Perhaps they could help the young dungeon survive the threat of Ouroboros. Speaking of them, they seemed to be stirring.
He had been woken up by a strange sensation. He felt it much above him, a presence like him, a dungeon. He considered going after it now but decided against it. It was weak, he could barely pick up its presence. Beating a foe like that would cost much more resources than he would get for it. After all he had just beaten a foolish dungeon who dug in him earlier so he was in no rush. So he will wait. Wait for it to fatten up. Wait for it to grow stronger. Wait for it to drop its guard. We would wait and then strike. After that he would consume it. For he was the devourer of dungeons. At least that is what the one who created him said. But now isn’t the time for striking. And so he went back to sleep.
What a lazy beast ouroboros was. Though that was quite fortunate for this young dungeon. It seems to have quite a bit of intelligence to stay so far out of reach of the Ouroboros. Perhaps this young dungeon can end its threat to the dungeon of this land. A thought went through his mind. Perhaps it could change the world like he did 650 years ago.