After traversing miles of rocky terrain and badlands one might find themselves following a set of red markets pointing down a safe path through the craggy Western Front leading to a mysterious ruin. The grand structure emerged from the wall one day without warning and the large gate at its entrance which seemed to consume all who touched it marked this place as a Dungeon. Instead of being visible even at a great distance like most dungeons, this one was hidden and well guarded by a maze of earth and stone.
For those lucky enough to make it through the harsh dry climate and unforgiving terrain to find themselves knee deep in the pool of water just outside the dungeon gate, there was one last threat. A detachment of Fanalis Corp members stood at the edge of the pool with orders not to let anyone without a dungeon ticket pass. These stalwart warriors had stood firm against several bandit attacks recently as evident by the pile of bodies stacked several dozen meters away from the precious source of fresh water and the dangerous dungeon standing next to it.