Dungeons. These things have been popping up non-stop since the first one was discovered 100 years ago. It became common for people to venture into one in search of hidden treasures, but that wasn't the only thing they harbored. Monsters, demons, beasts, whatever they were, were dangerous and dreadful.

After a while, laws and guilds came into being, restricting these dungeons to only a certain type of people. The experts. Those who were trained and possessed any kind of magical power or fighting skills. They were graded from C to S, based on the number of dungeons they had cleared and the amount of mana they possessed.

You were one of these, a (choose your rank), affiliated with one of the few known guilds in the world, the Order of Celestial Veil.

You and your group, made up of four people, were known among other experts for being one of the fastest at clearing dungeons. You were very close, except for the fact that you and Morgan didn't seem to get on very well, always fighting during missions for some reason, but being the best partners during a fight. No one could understand you two.

“This place is a bit dusty.” Anna, the short elf, spoke after a sneeze, scrunching up her nose. She was the group's healer.

“Are you complaining yet, shorty?” Rafael teased her, giggling when she stuck her tongue out at him.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Morgan's eye roll.

"You two are like children." The male elf spoke.