I stand facing a physical anomaly. A rip in the very fabric of space. A doorway to another world. A portal. A Dungeon Gate. In the current world we live in, this is an every day occurrence. A typical Tuesday if you will. Whatever. It's normal is the point I'm trying to make. So it's not the portal that has me paused right now, it's the severity of it. Represented by the portal's color.
"Purple." I observe.
A B-Rank Dungeon.
"B-Rank Dungeons... These things were akin to a default setting of sorts for the System when the Great Age of Warriors began. They're like a neutral existence among the Dungeon Ranks. A bridge between the somewhat manageable, and the extremely dangerous."
The wind blows vigorously as I stand there at the Dungeon Site, a metre away from the portal, making sure to brace myself accordingly before heading on inside. The long stylish coat that garments my form waves strongly at the whims of the gushing air, along with my hair as well.
