Once in a land far away, a massive structure appeared. The citizens of this world called it, A Dungeon. Many had entered the structure, trying to obtain the massive power at the end of the tower. However, only one person had succeeded they refused to give away the massive power that came from completing it and was now a traitor to the land which they were borne…
This is where Verrian came in. Sure he was now a traitor, in the eyes of his kingdom at least, but he needed to help this world. Now how he was going to do it was beyond him. I suppose I need to find comrades… How do I help this world with the Djinn of Darkness in my weapon? He thought to himself as he walked down an almost empty road with very few people on it, occasionally taking swigs from his water flask.