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You were walking home. There was a light.

A lone person walking home on a rainy night street as a blinding light flares

Cold. Quiet. A dark without edges. Then a voice arrives, and you feel it more than you hear it.

A tiny mote of pale blue light falling through an endless dark

Wake, little soul. Open your eyes and look at me.

Something caught your soul as it fell.

A colossal radiant hand gently catching the falling pale blue mote of light

The winged god face to face with a small translucent soul of pale blue light

Where am I? What is this place?

Be calm. What you call your life is over. Soon it will feel like a dream you finally woke from. I am sorry, child. You died.

A vision of a glowing realm whose roots are gnawed by a black spiral pit of one hundred layers

My realm is being devoured from below. A dungeon of one hundred floors gnaws at its roots, and every champion I sent into it has fallen.

The god extending an open palm with a new blue spark of life burning above it

So hear my bargain. I will give you a second life, a new body, and the legend of a fallen hero to carry into battle. In return you will descend all one hundred floors and destroy the heart of the dungeon.

The small blue soul flame hovering between a distant shaft of light above and an endless dark below

And if I say no?

Then you drift onward to whatever waits for souls without a world.

The towering winged god looming over a small blue soul flame that burns defiantly bright

But you will not say no. I chose you because you still want the life you never lived.

A sixth legend waits for those who earn him.

Six legendary heroes standing in a solemn row as luminous spirits

Come, then. Six legends stand before you, though only five will yet answer. Choose the hero you will become.

It begins in the Verdant Ruins, where the forest has grown over what the dungeon already swallowed.

The reborn knight stepping through a glowing gate into a dark forest ruin

The horde grows with every floor. You fight alone.

The knight clashing swords with wolves and goblins among the forest ruins

One hundred floors, and the world changes as you fall. The Lightless Caverns. The Undead Halls. The Frozen Reaches. The Molten Depths. And below them all, the Abyss.

A vertical descent through crystal caverns, crypt halls, ice and molten depths

You will fall. That is not the end of the bargain.

The hero on one knee before the horde as a radiant hand catches a rising blue mote of light

Should you fall, my hand will draw you back to the threshold, for a soul in my keeping cannot be unmade.

Every rebirth begins stronger than the last.

The hero standing again before the dungeon gate at dawn, scarred and better armed

But the dungeon remembers every soul that enters it. Rise, and climb again.

Her name is Nyxara, Devourer of Worlds. Every tenth floor is guarded. The last one is hers.

A colossal shadowed silhouette with violet ember eyes towering over a tiny hero with a torch