Chapter 21

Raven's vision faded from darkness as the familiar world of Primordial Abyss came into focus, his login point set at Duskmire Outpost, a cozy town where players could relax and enjoy a non-PvP area and marketplace.

Opening his map, Raven scrolled past familiar locations before stopping at his destination—Emberstone Burrow. The dungeon was marked by a huge gate embedded within a dark, towering fortress, a stark contrast to the peaceful surroundings of Duskmire.

After confirming the route, he activated the teleport, and within seconds, his surroundings shifted. As he opened the massive dungeon gate, the sky above was suddenly stained with the deep orange hue of a battlefield—a clear sign that he had officially entered a dungeon instance. Smoke curled from distant skirmishes, and the atmosphere shifted, signaling the presence of looming dangers ahead. Looking around, his eyes locked onto an NPC with a green signal hovering above his head—the quest giver. His UI flickered to life, displaying quest logs, messages, and the persistent hum of activity in the surrounding region.

He took a moment to orient himself, fingers tapping against the haptic interface as his mind pieced together his next move. There was something important—something from the day before.

Then it clicked.

Sergeant Grenthor.

Unlike lower-level dungeons, which players could freely enter, the system restricted dungeons above Level 20 with dedicated mission-based entries. This design wasn't just for lore immersion—it ensured that PvP encounters inside were brutal and purposeful, with guilds clashing in the midst of various specific scenarios. There would be no mindless grinding here—every run would be a test of skill, timing, and survival.

And now, the time had come for him to enter Emberstone Burrow.

The outpost sat on the very edge of the ruined canyon, where cracked earth and shattered stone revealed the devastation caused by the forge's awakening. Emberwatch was no pristine stronghold—it was a last bastion, holding the line against whatever horrors seeped from the Burrow's depths.

As Raven approached, he passed NPC guards making hurried preparations—bandaging wounds, sharpening weapons, and whispering among themselves about the thing that had begun stirring beneath the forge. Some players gathered around quest boards, forming mercenary warbands for the mission. Others lingered, watching, waiting for an opportunity to exploit the chaos.

At the heart of the camp, Sergeant Grenthor stood before a large, worn battle map, his weathered face illuminated by the flickering glow of nearby torches. The moment Raven stepped closer, the veteran officer's sharp gaze snapped toward him, recognition flickering behind his steely eyes.

Raven smiled. The scenario of this dungeon was that he was a returning mercenary, which often accepted small missions from this NPC.

"You. Back for another contract? Or just here to gawk at the mess?" Grenthor's gruff tone carried the weight of experience, his arms crossed as he studied Raven.

Raven folded his arms, surveying the ruined landscape beyond the outpost. "What happened here?"

Grenthor let out a tired grunt. "A damn catastrophe. That burrow should've stayed buried, but something inside started waking up, and now it's spilling monsters into our lands."

"I'm here for work. Got a job for me?" Raven's gaze returned to the sergeant.

Grenthor smirked, shaking his head. "Aye, and it's a real one. Not one of those rat-hunting tasks you adventurers love padding your resumes with."

Raven exhaled sharply. "I assume this is about Emberstone Burrow?"

"You assume right." Grenthor's expression turned grim. "And if you're smart, you'll listen well before marching to your death."

A low chime resonated in his ears as a notification flickered into view.

[Accept Emberstone Burrow Dungeon Quest?]

He clicked Yes.

A pulse of energy surged through his body, the system binding him to the dungeon's challenge.

[Quest Accepted: Emberstone Burrow – Stabilize the Ruins]

Main Objective: Recover 3 Ancient Rune Stones to seal the Burrow's unstable core.

Event Bonus Objective: Complete without triggering a Dungeon Collapse.

Progress: 0/3 Rune Stones Recovered.

The heat was unbearable.

Molten stone cracked beneath his feet as a fire-forged construct lunged, its hammer crashing down. Raven twisted at the last second, barely dodging as shockwaves sent embers spiraling into the air. The heat was suffocating, the air thick like an open forge, pressing against his skin in waves.

"Tch—figures."

Two more dwarven constructs emerged from the shadows, their molten cores pulsing with an eerie red glow. Faster than expected. Their hammer-like fists struck the dungeon floor, sending tremors through the corridor as cracks spiderwebbed outward.

Raven's chain whipped forward, aiming for the construct's core—

The impact rang out like a bell, a deep metallic clang vibrating through the air. The force barely made a dent. Too durable.

Then the construct shifted.

Its hammer didn't swing at him—it slammed into the floor.

A shockwave erupted outward, molten cracks splitting through the stone as an inferno-like force rushed in every direction. The air itself shimmered from the heat, Raven's instincts screaming danger.

A wide-range attack. If he got caught in it—

He launched himself backward, barely escaping the blast radius as chunks of melted debris scattered like shrapnel.

Damn. These weren't just tough—they were walking war machines.

Forged by dwarven hands, they weren't mindless constructs—they were designed to dominate battlefields.

Unlike the usual sluggish dungeon golems, these constructs moved with purpose, their attacks precise rather than predictable.

Raven could handle one. Against two, he had to stay sharp. But if a third joined the fight… he'd be crushed.

Sergeant Grenthor had warned him.

"That place isn't just some monster nest—it's a damn battlefield." The veteran officer had leaned over the battle map, his weathered finger tracing the jagged pathways of Emberstone Burrow. "Something old, something powerful still lingers in the depths. You go in unprepared? You won't be coming back. Now go fetch me three ancient rune stones on each part of dungeon to make the dungeon under control"

The construct lunged again, pulling Raven back to the present. No time for hesitation.

He exhaled, barely visible against the furnace-like air. No turning back.

This time, he didn't dodge. His chain coiled around the construct's arm, yanking it off balance as molten slag oozed from the cracks in its armor.

Perfect. A weak point.

With a flick of his wrist, he redirected his chain—straight into the gap.

The construct let out a metallic groan as its body seized, molten energy spilling from its chest. It staggered, sparks flickering from within. One down.

But before Raven could capitalize on the opening, the second construct shifted tactics. Its hammer swung—but instead of aiming at him, it slammed into the dungeon walls.

Cracks splintered beneath him.

The moment Raven realized the trap, it was too late. Gravity wrenched him down as the stone floor caved, a surge of searing heat rushing up to meet him.

No foothold. No escape.

The abyss swallowed him whole.

Raven's smirk vanished as the stone gave way, sending him plunging into the darkness below.