Sumdud

Hey, have you heard of a rumour floating around recently?

I heard that there’s this girl walking around, weird, right? She walks and just goes around the place, no one knows who she is, no one knows where she came from. Hell, I don’t think even she knows the answers.

But oddly enough, she never seems to age, does she? Of all the dragons, dwarves, elves everywhere, there’s a simple tale passed down from generation to generation.

Of a girl that does not age.

But...

How did it all start? In this fantasy world, how did this person come to be?

A world where humans isolate themselves within their walls, wary of the monsters that lie outside. A world of magic, a world of fantasy, but nothing seems carefree nor fun.

Dating back to one of the greatest disasters known to humanity, the disaster where many deaths were witnessed, life was made.

Living eternally, forever wandering about the world. Monsters do not attack her, no sickness plagues her, and time becomes irrelevant. Wandering from village to village, eventually, she comes across a group of excited people.

'Hey, take us out to the unknown, we want to see the world!'

This is a tale of finding the meaning of life in a world where nothing seems to go anyone's way.

*(Notice: The first part of the story is a backstory. If you don't really like the theme of the backstory, I understand if you just don't read it.)

Immortal Wanderer

The group of Gold-levelled Adventurers made their way down the stairway at the entrance of Babil. Amongst them were the five who had been the first to form a group. Most of them were male except for two Adventurers— a mage by the name of Ruby and a fighter by the name of Latifa.

They walked together side by side.

There was stillness in the air as they made their way down cautiously. They may be skilled fighters, but if they were caught by surprise, the chances of dying were still ridiculously high. A Gold-levelled Adventurer had previously been killed in Babil from unknown causes, that fact alone was concerning enough to the group.

Ruby had her hood pulled over her head as she usually did. Latifa clutched the handles of her daggers. It was lit only by the Glowstones some of them had employed. It was quiet, only their footsteps were heard throughout the hallway.

S1-134: Split up (a)