Chapter 2: World Dungeons
Year 33033, Grand Orca Calendar.
Guava City, Earth State.
Today, a vast sea of people gathered on an open field, their hearts pounding with anticipation.
Above them, the sky thick with layers of storm-born clouds, their bellies swollen with unshed rain. The blazing sun, once sovereign of the Sky, was now hidden behind a veil of gray, casting a pall of shadow over the assembly of thousands.
Before them loomed a towering dungeon, its atmosphere dark and forbidding.
It wasn't a marvel of human hands, nor a creation meant to entertain. It rose raw from the womb of the Orca, its jagged edges and twisted spires humming with a silent, ancient energy. Green and brown Vines clung to its surface like veins, and its darkened mouth opened with a hunger that had waited centuries.
Today marked the day a new batch of the young generation would dive into the World Dungeon to scavenge for magical treasures and other Supernatural resources.
Boys and girls from various academies, aged 16 to 18, stood before the dungeon with nervous expressions.
But not all were afraid, some were excited even. Because they were the chosen ones who qualified for this rare opportunity.
That's right, now it was seen as an opportunity. Decade of slavery and acceptance of the new order had become deeply rooted in their bones.
With this normalcy, they forget their sense of freedom and aspirations.