He died in a parking lot.
He woke up in a dungeon with a void core where his heart used to be and a pack of monsters who called him theirs.Three months in, Marcus Cole has a name for what he's becoming. Void Sovereign. Tier Three. Eighty-six percent Integration and climbing.
He has four Soul-Links: a shadow wolf-kin who stands guard when he sleeps. An ancient flame serpent who just laid four eggs in his nest. A storm harpy whose lightning answers the sky. A void-slime who chose her own shape to be near him.
He has a gate on Floor Ten with his face carved above it.And he has a dead ex-girlfriend standing at the bottom of that gate, screaming his name — because she went to his funeral six months ago, and dead men aren't supposed to answer. The dungeon wants him to finish.
The church wants him dead. The thing on the other side of the gate built him a life, killed him, and engineered the wound that brought him here, all so he'd walk through the door on his own two feet.Seven percent from completion. Five companions who won't burn for him. Four juveniles born into a war.He was built for this.He built the pack himself.Only one of those counts.
Genre: Fantasy
He woke up in a dungeon with a void core where his heart used to be and a pack of monsters who called him theirs.Three months in, Marcus Cole has a name for what he's becoming. Void Sovereign. Tier Three. Eighty-six percent Integration and climbing.
He has four Soul-Links: a shadow wolf-kin who stands guard when he sleeps. An ancient flame serpent who just laid four eggs in his nest. A storm harpy whose lightning answers the sky. A void-slime who chose her own shape to be near him.
He has a gate on Floor Ten with his face carved above it.And he has a dead ex-girlfriend standing at the bottom of that gate, screaming his name — because she went to his funeral six months ago, and dead men aren't supposed to answer. The dungeon wants him to finish.
The church wants him dead. The thing on the other side of the gate built him a life, killed him, and engineered the wound that brought him here, all so he'd walk through the door on his own two feet.Seven percent from completion. Five companions who won't burn for him. Four juveniles born into a war.He was built for this.He built the pack himself.Only one of those counts.
Genre: Fantasy
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