For 4 thousands of years, humans and demi-humans clashed across continents, locked in an endless war of pride, power, and prejudice. Their battleground? The shadow of the Sacred World Tree—a colossal, divine being whose roots pierced the bones of the Earth and whose canopy kissed the heavens.
The Tree was more than sacred—it was life itself. Its roots carried magic, feeding rivers, breathing wind into the sky, and birthing the creatures of myth. The very blood of the planet flowed through it. And under its leaves, civilization rose—and tore itself apart.
But even ancient things die.
Another great war—the last—ripped the World Tree apart. A clash so violent, so apocalyptic, that its fall echoed through dimensions.
When it died, something unnatural happened.
From the gaping scars where its roots once coiled... dungeons began to rise.
These dungeons were not natural. They pulsed like open wounds in the skin of the Earth. Inside them spawned things the world had never known—creatures of pure instinct and hunger. Not quite a beast. Not quite a demon. Not quite anything mortal.
Monsters.
Unlike demi-humans, who had culture, families, honor, and language... monsters were chaos made flesh. Driven by primal urges—lust, rage, domination—they poured out of the dungeons like a second plague.
Yet paradoxically, the emergence of these dungeons brought renewal. Magic began flowing again, strange new resources were found deep within the floors, and adventurers carved out legacies from dungeon blood. Humans and demi-humans were forced to cooperate, if only barely, against a threat neither could fight alone.
Centuries passed.
War gave way to fragile peace. Technology advanced. Magic fused with modern science. Skyscrapers of crystal and steel rose above ancient ruins. Cities shimmered with arcane tech. Society evolved, but the dungeons never stopped. They kept birthing monsters. Kept whispering to the brave and the damned.
Now, the world stands on a razor's edge again.
The old hatred between humans and demi-humans hasn't died—it just got quieter.
And in the shadows of chrome cities and neon skylines, the dungeons keep opening.