Another World
The grasslands stretched far in every direction, interrupted only by scattered patches of forest and, in the distance, the wooden walls of a human settlement.
It had been three days since the explosion in the Dungeon—the moment everything changed.
Kain stood at the camp's edge, scanning the treeline. His Exo Knight armor, once polished chrome, was now dulled and scratched, its power reserves dwindling. Though built for endurance and war, the suit was never meant to operate indefinitely without support. And yet here they were—adapting.
