Location: Outskirts of Aryanagar City – 4:17 A.M.
A red alert blared across the Bureau's internal comms.
A new dungeon had formed.
But not like the others.
This wasn't a rift that tore through the sky.
This one… rose from the ground like a buried god awakening.
ARYANAGAR – ABANDONED INDUSTRIAL SECTOR – NIGHT
The sky above the city was pitch black, though the stars had long vanished behind smog and cloud.
But down here, something older stirred.
At the far edge of a forgotten steel factory, the earth split open—cracks spiraling out in circular patterns. From the center, massive obsidian pillars shot upward, forming an arched gate that shimmered with molten gold inscriptions. Not Sanskrit. Not any language known to modern archaeologists.
But Arvan knew them.
Not from books. Not from Bureau records.
But from dreams.
RĀVAṆA (inner voice, calm)
"Finally… she speaks again."
ARVAN (internally, gripping his coat tighter)
"She?"
RĀVAṆA
"The dungeon. This one isn't born from monsters. It's born from memory."
A team of A-rank hunters surrounded the perimeter, blocking entry.
Several drones hovered, feeding live footage to the Bureau's tactical division.
IN THE BUREAU COMMAND CENTER – NIGHT
Reina Vārsha stood in front of the massive screen wall, arms crossed.
Behind her, analysts barked data points—radiation spikes, mana levels, geospectral anomalies. But none of it explained the aura.
This dungeon hummed like a drumbeat in her bones.
past the entrance…
…a colossal stone throne visible inside the dungeon. It was cracked. Overgrown with black vines. A rusted crown lay broken at its base.
And above it—a mural.
One she had seen once before—deep in the Bureau's hidden archives. Sealed.
It depicted a man with ten heads, holding a flaming sword, standing over what appeared to be a battlefield of gods.
REINA (under her breath)
"…No. That can't be."
ARVAN'S ROOM – NIGHT
He was already dressed.
Something deep in his chest burned—not with pain, but pull. Like gravity had flipped and the dungeon was now pulling him downward even though he stood still.
RĀVAṆA (softly, amused)
"Do you feel it, Arvan? That's no gate… It's my temple."
ARVAN (whispering)
"…What happened to it?"
RĀVAṆA
"I died."
"And my throne waited."
ARYANAGAR – NIGHT
The dungeon now stood like a black tooth against the skyline.
And over it—faintly—appeared the shimmering outline of a giant, kneeling in the ground, its face buried in shadow.
A titan. Long buried.
And its mouth—the dungeon itself.
[ DUNGEON TYPE: UNKNOWN ]
[ ESTIMATED RANK: — ]
[ THREAT LEVEL: CATASTROPHIC ]
DUNGEON NAME: THE SLEEPER'S MAW
Entry Locked.
Awaiting Recognized Authority.