In Athens, one of the few cities that still retained their archaeological beauty and had minimum destruction throughout the past century due to the little number of dungeons that opened up in this city, people went about their lives with smiles on their faces.
This was country of Greece, known for having the smallest number of dungeon outbreaks, and it was even more obvious in their capital, Athens.
Andreas, a blonde-haired man in his early forties, with his wife, Zoe, came out of their home with their kids. A boy and a girl, with the boy, George, being the older and the girl, Sofia, the last child.
She was eight while George was eleven.
"Who’s excited for today?" Andreas beamed.
"Beach day!" Sofia stretched her tiny hands into the air, her cheeks puffing up as she smiled widely, exposing her small teeth.
Andreas, her father, turned to his wife. "Didn’t you tell them?"
"I did." Zoe chuckled.
"We’re not going to the beach, Sofia." George retorted with a low click of his tongue before turning his head away from his sister, whom he considered dumb.
Andreas saw a taxi slow down and he clapped softly toward the family. "Our ride is here. Remember, when we’re there, don’t go exploring on your own. Always stay close to me or your mother."
Everyone nodded.
Andreas smiled. "Alright." He opened the door and his wife entered with the kids, but as he was about to sit, his eyes narrowed at the sight of people running from the left toward the right.
He thought it was a few, but it wasn’t in the slightest. Funny enough, because of the low number of dungeons, Greece had over fifty percent of normal humans, recording the highest worldwide!
Only a few were able to use their summons to gain the advantage, and some already ran past the taxi.
Andreas came out; the driver did the same thing. Their eyes trembled when they saw a massive red gate far away, behind several buildings. These people running must have seen it when it began to appear.
Now... it was already fully open.
Andreas’ heart pounded, his eyes shrinking with great fear. He swiftly turned toward the taxi driver.
"Get in, we need to move!"
If that enormous crowd got to them, there would be no way to move. But just as they were about to enter the taxi, they saw another red gate a few hundred feet away, also behind a good number of buildings.
It wasn’t really close, but it loomed like the gate of death. The gate was as tall as a three-story building and much larger, the same for the other behind him!
Andreas, the driver, his wife, and his children were horrified. This was death. Athens had only registered three dungeon breaks for the past century; in fact, while the entire world went through an apocalypse, they were largely unscathed.
This was the first time they’ve seen the infamous red gate they’ve always heard of, and this time, not just one appeared but two, and in close proximity. There wasn’t more than a thousand feet gap between both gates.
There was chaos. Fear had settled in.

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