Darkness swallowed everything for a heartbeat.
Then,
WHOOSH!!!
The seawater receded violently in reverse, like the world itself was coughing them out.
The skeletal ship bobbed on the ocean, this time under a sky painted in deep, molten shades of orange and violet.
Jagged cliffs of obsidian rose on either side of the massive subterranean lake they now floated in, and above, floating impossibly high in the sky was a blood-red moon, cracked in half, bleeding magic like mist.
How magical, they were teleported once again right before their eyes.
[Floor 2 – Initiated]
A blue hologram appeared in front of everyone.
It was dungeon consciousness.
...
Alan stepped forward on the deck of the skeletal ship, the cold water sloshing around his leather boots as he squinted at the weird landscape.
His blade still hummed faintly from the last battle hungry for more, the residual sword aura twitching in the air like static electric current.
