Between the 3 ever-warring Kingdoms of Sedrian, Kushtark and Ordon was, every now and then, a period of peace, initiated by the opening of the Endless Dungeon, as it was called by the most. A period of peace accompanied with the greed of many. Nations, legends, entire mercenary armies, all of them coming together with only one purpose: Enriching oneself or putting hope into a bizarre legend of actually returning. Whatever the reason was, the entire ‘event’ was, without any gain, hosted by the same 3 Kingdoms, a last piece of evidence for the once united glory known as the Ordon Empire. It was at such a period of peace, that a mass of people, nearly all dressed the same, was guided onto a big, with all kind of engravings adored field. The Emblem of Teann Ch'i was embedded on all of the them, be it on their cloaks, the, for the misfits cheap, Cylinders or the more fancy Magitek weapons that the so called Conquistadors wore. One would think the entrance to the Dungeon was some kind of giant door or similar, instead, it was easier and yet more complicated: the entire field was the entrance, activated through some simple magic managed by a collective chosen through multiple power-holders. Apart from that, they were send in in waves, depending on their allegiance. Otherwise, arguments about the loot or who to blame could emerge, and while the Dungeon was a one-way ticket to Hell, it wasn’t limited to just one usage per opening. How one could tell it was open in the first place? That was simple, the entire field was a light-show, a ever glowing candle in even the deepest and darkest of nights. “All right, you all know the drill?” A person leading the entire group finally spoke up. “Everyone still standing here gets executed.” It was simple to understand, for the girl standing in the group as well those besides her, just because you choose the Dungeon over death didn’t mean you actually meant it like that, and those not going through with their choice would be greeted by the other alternative: Death. “Fuck, they won’t really kill us, will they?” The woman, going by the name of Luthica, heard another person talking, somewhere in the group, one of those who would most likely still stand here after the entering was done. What a fool she was, as if this public execution was the biggest wrongdoing in that false Utopia that Luthica finally left behind her. “Are you nuts? We wandered through the entire fucking desert and even further just to come here, do you really think they just let you go if you chicken out now? We weren’t made for our society, you should feel grateful to be useful at least like that! Not to mention we got some basic equipment to defend ourselves against whatever we might have to face!” Yeah, the basic cylinder that could hold 5 Crystals and had no other remarkable features, but compared to their usual weaponry it was like a Stick to a Sword. The only reason they got it was to boost their ‘value’, well, better than nothing she guessed. “Alright.” With a self-asserting nod the leader of the group put his arm into the air, also equipped with a Cylinder, he triggered the fire mechanism and a signal flare shot high into the sky: A signal for the mages to initiate the entering. With that, the glowing intensified, more and more, Luthica could swear a few of the misfits bashed onto one of the Conquistador’s, heh, smart move? Trying to get some better equipment before they would be on the...what? Other side? She didn’t know, all she knew everything went dark. Regaining part of her consciousness, the girl felt herself slowly sinking. Like in the middle of the ocean, yet not void of air, she sunk deeper and deeper into the eternal darkness. She tried to open her mouth, but no words came out. She tried to move her body, but her muscles didn't listen. Luthica was helpess. And then, then she felt it, something tried to make way into her mind, trying to lure her with the feelings of incredible joy and happiness. A mandatory reward for a feat she could not defend against. And after that something had gone through her past, present and future, after what seemed like an eternity. She heard a voice. "Oh mortal who dares to venture into mine fortress. Let me ask thou, what is it that thou desire?" The voice came right from herself, a second voice in the depth of her own thoughts. A voice so familiar that she had heard it all her life long, yet, so bizarre that it was definitely a stranger. Nonetheless, Luthica felt compelled to answer. For the might it carried alongside each letter spoken was immense. "**********" Having given her answer, she could feel a form of disappointment. Nonetheless, the entity retracted its grabs from Luthica. And then, Luthica felt tired, more and more, until she drifted off into deep slumber yet again.