The morning sun cast golden rays across the villa as Gabriel and Lilith sat in their living room, reviewing the mission details.
Elfie had arrived early, her expression unusually serious. She carried a thick folder filled with reports, maps, and witness accounts. Without preamble, she had laid them out on the table and explained the situation.
A dungeon had appeared in the southwest, near a beautiful coastal city called Veyrith. It had manifested without warning, and within days, it had begun to overflow—monsters pouring out in endless waves, threatening to overrun the city and its surrounding villages.
The local forces were overwhelmed. Mercenaries, adventurers, city guards, and even civilians had been conscripted to defend the walls. But the monsters kept coming, endless and relentless.
