Wizarding Plane, North of the Divine Light Kingdom.
The sky wept with chaos. Thunder cracked like the whip of a vengeful god, and winds howled as if mourning the end of an age. The storm above was no ordinary tempest—it was a harbinger, a sign that something ancient and powerful was being born.In the heart of the northern wilderness, untouched by civilization for centuries, the earth began to fracture. Mountains trembled, trees bent to the howling wind, and a deep rumbling echoed across the land. A chasm split the ground open, and from its depths emerged a structure unlike any other —a dungeon, raw and primal in its power.The villagers in the nearest settlement watched in terror from miles away as a pillar of black light erupted into the sky, piercing through the storm clouds. They knew what this phenomenon represented: a dungeon was born.The stone walls of the dungeon rose from the earth as if summoned by some forgotten will. Three chambers formed, each one distinct, carved with symbols that thrummed with magical energy.In the first chamber, the walls were bare, yet shadows seemed to linger unnaturally long in the corners, whispering secrets in a language no mortal could understand. This room radiated a faint hostility, as though testing the strength of those who dared to enter.The second chamber was larger, its floor covered in ancient runes that pulsed with rhythmic energy. Crystal formations sprouted from the walls, glowing faintly, providing a dim, ghostly light. This room was a place of transition, a warning to those who ventured further—a place where magic was thick and suffocating.Then there was the third chamber, the heart of the dungeon.At its center stood the Dungeon Core, a floating crystalline sphere encased in layers of obsidian-like stone. Its surface pulsed like a heartbeat, veins of blue energy coursing through its translucent body.This core was the soul of the dungeon, the source of its power, and the key to its evolution. As lightning flashed outside, the core flickered in response, resonating with the storm above. A swirl of ethereal energy encircled it, stabilizing the newly created structure and binding it to this world.The dungeon had no need for doors or windows—it was sealed, hidden from the outside world, its entrance blending perfectly with the surrounding rock. This was a place meant to be discovered, not seen. A trap, a fortress, and a challenge for those who dared to step inside.And now… it was time.The air grew still. The core pulsed one last time, releasing a surge of energy that spread throughout the three chambers. The dungeon had completed its creation. But something was missing— a master.Far beyond this plane, a soul stirred. Pulled from its slumber, it hurtled through time and space, drawn toward the dungeon like a moth to a flame. This soul—foreign and otherworldly—was destined to take control of the dungeon and shape its future.In the third chamber, the Dungeon Core glowed brighter than ever, releasing a soft hum as the soul arrived. The swirling energy around the core condensed, forming a humanoid figure in the center of the chamber.Edward fell to his knees, gasping for breath. His body felt strange, like a puzzle hastily put together. The cold stone beneath him and the glow of the core were the first things he noticed.He lifted his head, eyes wide in disbelief."Where… am I?"The core pulsed, its light illuminating the chamber like a heartbeat in the dark.Before he could gather himself, an interface appeared before him, floating in midair, translucent and filled with glowing text.[Dungeon Core Initialization Complete][Current Level: 1][Available Functions: Basic Construction, Monster Summoning][Magic Crystals: 0]Edward blinked in shock. His hands instinctively reached out, but the interface remained just beyond his touch, responding not to movement but to thought. As he stared at the floating words, a surge of memories flooded his mind, telling him about this world.They came fast and hard, like a torrent of knowledge forced into his consciousness. Images of towers filled with mages, armored knights clashing on blood-soaked battlefields, and mysterious dungeons hidden across the lands flashed before him. He saw kingdoms rising and falling, wars fought over arcane power, and whispered tales of dungeons that offered unimaginable riches—or death.The pain in his head subsided, and the memories became clearer, organizing themselves into something coherent.This is the Wizarding Plane, a world of magic and steel.