Dungeons, moster dens, lairs, what ever you want to call it these places are breeding grounds for monsters. No one knows why but once these places form they can be destroyed, just the ground around it attracts monsters to inhabit the place.

Even though they've been around for many years there is still a lot we don't know about it. But currently there is a theory going around on classifying the difficulty level of these dungeons.

A new born dungeon only has the ability to attract weaker mobs, so just and plain old F adventurer can handle these dungeons. But then this is where the theory starts to just become a theory. It is believed that the longer a dungeon exsists then the stronger the monsters it contains and attracts.

One example of this would be the dungeon beneath the capital of the elven kingdom far to the north, their ancestors chose to settle on top of a new born dungeon and ever since they've had a sort of symbiotic relationship with the dungeon. They help it grow while they benefit from the resources found within.

No one knows why older dungeons have this effect, currently no one has even reached the end of a dungeon so all we can do is assume what's at the end of a dungeon.

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"Is this truly it..."

The last too remaining soldiers of a kingdom's army was standing before a humongous stone door, mysterious runes were carved into the door and as they stepped close a soft blue glow were released from the runes.

"What the-"

The stone doors started to opened and on the other side a giant room could be seen. It looked like a throne room but before the throne was a giant, three headed wolf with dark golden fur. As the two stepped in cautiously the monsters opened its rose gold eyes.

"So...someone has finally made it to the end of my lair..."

Its voice sounded aloof as it echoed within the throne room. It slowly stood up and started walking towards them, as it was preparing to end their lives it suddenly stopped.

"Actually, you two will do good spreading the knowledge you have learned today..."

And like that the two surviving soldiers were sprawled at the entrance of the dungeon, already a group of knights were surrounding the two and questioning who they were. It's been years sence the army set out into the dungeon and most people presumed they all died.

So when news that two had survived and had reached the end of a dungeon news spread far and wide, knowledge and a godlike monster inhabiting the last room of the dungeon caused many kingdoms to fear their own dungeons. While some even out rite ordered their armies to completely wipe out their new born dungeons for fear of a god like monster forming within the depths of the dungeon.

The elves who sat right on top of a dungeon had a different idea in mind. They tripled their efforts to reach the bottem of their dungeon, and even their queen left to go meet this god like figure in hopes of truly forming a pact between their people and this dungeon.