Chapter 0:

Prologue - The Tower

Dungeon Eater

Over two centuries ago, the world was thrown into confusion when the sky turned black and a single beam of light cut through the vast darkness.

A mystic beauty unmatched by any mortal, she hovered over humanity with two pairs of angelic white wings. The majesty of her smile brought about a golden light over the lands and touched even the darkest corners of the world.

That was the first and last time that we met her, the Goddess of Creation.

A large structure fell from the heavens and gently rested itself at the heart of the continent's greatest city, Istoria.

“The world's worst evils and more powerful beings have been contained in this Tower. Enter and you will receive my grace, so that you may counter these evils and reach heights unlike any other. Use them well, my children.”

With those words she had disappeared as abruptly as she arrived, vanishing into the clouds and restoring the sky to its former self.

At first, humanity didn’t know what to make of it but once entering the tower they found out it was quite real. Powers known as the Gift were granted to anyone and everyone brave enough to enter its Floors.

Massive Ogres, undying spirits, and many other powerful monsters in all shapes and sizes roamed the insides of those Tower walls. To a regular human, it would be suicide to even consider entering but the Goddess didn’t leave us defenceless.

Her Grace did as promised and bestowed the people who entered, the ability to combat the evils inside the Tower. For the first time since creation, humanity gained the power of unbelievable magic and abilities.

One by one those who entered the tower found themselves becoming stronger and able to use abilities that were never before possible. Creating shards of ice with a single chant or being able to slice through entire trees with a single strike.

A new era had begun.

The world has come a long way since then, developing weapons and armour to combat the monsters in the Tower, but the best thing to come out of all of it would be the very people who need to use those weapons.


The special title is given to the brave souls who risk their lives every day inside the Tower's chilling mountains or scorching sands. Able to conjure magic with a single chant or wield a sword so magnificently that they could clear a mountain in half.

Istoria moddled itself around these brave adventurers and soon became the resting place of the world's greatest figures and warriors.

Through all the high stories and tales that came out of it, none stood taller than that of the Dungeon Eater.

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