Unseen Memories [3]

Darkness.

No matter what else changed with the hours, the darkness present in the surroundings was the only thing that stayed consistent.

In the distance, the roars of beasts could be heard intermittently ringing out. The mana fluctuations of battles between them emanated.

In a dark cave somewhere on the floor, a boy sat curled up in a ball.

It was all too much.

Just yesterday, he had been living a solid life. 

It wasn't a life he wanted, nor was it a life he was proud of, but at least it was a life.

Sure, he had been in dungeons before. He had even killed a few beasts. But was that ever through the use of his own strength?

Every kill he got was achieved by stealing from others. 

A dungeon was a dangerous place. Even 6 years after the World Awakening, they weren't places people could just go without preparation.

To raid a dungeon, a large team was required. Not only for attacking, but also for healing and collection.