Ms. Benett needed groceries. Mark liked to help his community. She was an old friend of his family from church. Not that he went much anymore, since college, and moving away. Its just not the same since coming back. But he still helps where he can. A long night working. A short drive home from her house. A dark road. That's all it took for Mark to find himself believing in gods again. Just not any of the ones he had heard of.

A final fight. A confrontation. A magical ritual capable of leveling a small city. A misplaced table and lack of spatial awareness. That's all it takes for Alverost to find himself stumbling backwards, triggering a spell that would see the grandson of a god reduced to ash. And himself reduced to ash by a god in turn.

Of course, the divinities don't take too kindly to this. They've long since agreed to refrain from participating in mortal affairs personally— since the last war, where a dozen gods had died.

So amicably, they come to an agreement. Alverost is given a new body— though not a human one. That would piss off the god of death.

Alverost is taking Mark along with him for the ride.

A Dungeon Core novel where the dungeoncore find themselves at the deepest level of an already dead dungeon, and will have to work their way up while interacting with the societies that inhabit the dungeons corpse. Mark and Alverost are going to explore, exploit, expand, and exterminate.

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