The arch behind us crackled faintly as we stepped through. The dungeon was gone. The world outside was... worse.
I know what a forest should look like. I lived in a world with trees, birds, air, and all the normal, non-glowing, non-threatening variations of nature. This was not that.
The sky overhead stretched wide and blue. Fine. Normal. But the trees were too tall, too twisted. The grass shimmered faintly underfoot like it had opinions. The wind changed direction mid-gust just to slap me.
"Ugh," I muttered. "Fantasy."
The system chimed smugly.
[Warning: You Have Left Dungeon Safety Zone]
[Biome: Unknown Surface Environment]
[Survival Prediction: Low]
[Optional Quest: Turn Around And Go Home]
Not happening.
The others followed me out slowly.
Relay gasped, dropping to one knee and immediately scribbling into his journal. "The moss is hexagonal! Why is the moss hexagonal?"
