Shrouded

A month had passed the area the gate once stood now populated with people going about their daily lives, the residency Luke resided in was now occupied by another, he was classified as deceased and his name forgotten, not a speck of his existence remained.

John Casey went about his life, subjugating more gates and being reevaluated to rank C.

The development of the urban populace grew rapidly as architecture fit to withstand monster attacks arose, sustainable power generators were implemented and water lines were reinforced.

...

Luke Murray, a little pale faced man danced around, his white pants as fluorescent as ever and his face gleaming with joy, he had continuously levelled up, raising his stats and recruiting a larger army of orcs.

His mission remained the same, to escaped, he did not count the time for he knew not how long he had been here however a few educated guesses could be made.

he begun panting rapidly before collapsing to the ground, why he was overjoyed you may ask? He had successfully digested a piece of meat, it was soft, malleable and damp however it was welcomed.