[The End of the World — The Great Waterfall]
The six travelers materialized in front of the massive, thundering waterfall. Thanks to Marriott's ancient knowledge, they had discovered the hidden whirlpool—a swirling gateway that led them through the fabric of reality to this forgotten pocket dimension, whispered about in legends as the End of the World.
Treasure raised her head to the sky, squinting. The atmosphere here was heavy, and the clouds weren't white or grey, but a bruised, swirling crimson. A slight frown appeared on her face as she felt the shift in mana.
"So... this is the end of the world?" she asked, her voice hushed by the sheer scale of the landscape.
Marriott nodded solemnly. He walked toward the very edge of the land where the emerald grass met the roaring white spray of the falls. Before the five onlookers, the old man dropped to his knees and bowed his head low until it touched the earth.
