Across the vast continents, the world teetered on the edge of chaos.
Forces clashed in skirmishes, some minor, others devastating. What had started as isolated conflicts had now spread like wildfire, consuming nations, cities, and entire regions.
The overflowing dungeons were a clear sign—the world itself was reacting to the growing turmoil.
In the Kingdom nearby—a sprawling fortress city known for its unshakable defenses—an A-Rank Dungeon had erupted into a full-blown disaster.
Thousands of orc berserkers, nightmare wolves, and infernal trolls poured out from the rift, laying siege to the kingdom's borders.
The local army, along with elite adventurers and mercenaries, mounted a desperate defense.
"HOLD THE LINE!"
A knight in ornate silver armor bellowed as he cut down an orc with a single slash. Blood sprayed across the battlefield, but more monsters swarmed in.
From above, mages rained destruction, their fireballs and lightning spells lighting up the darkened battlefield.
