The mountains outside Nexus Prime stretched toward the sky. Most hunters knew these peaks only from a distance as the area was remote, treacherous, and supposedly devoid of anything valuable enough to justify the difficult trek.
Most hunters didn't know about the dungeon gate hidden in a canyon three miles from the nearest road.
The gate itself was unmarked, unlisted in the Hunter Association's official registry, and claimed by a guild that operated in the shadows of legitimacy.
The Dark Reapers maintained their hold on this particular portal not through official channels, but through the more traditional methods of bribes, threats, and carefully cultivated relationships with people who preferred certain activities to remain off the record.
Rogers Trump and Vonn approached the Dungeon's gate portal on foot, having parked their vehicle at a carefully camouflaged spot a half-mile back.
The gate pulsed with the familiar blue-white vortex of a stable dungeon entrance,
