Duke stood still for a moment, taking in the surroundings.
He didn't step out hastily but turned around to take a look.
Behind him, the wooden door still stood there.
Within the doorframe was the passage he had come through: stone walls, eternally bright lights, a winding corridor—all still there.
But outside the doorframe was a vast, unfamiliar beach.
He slowly took a step forward, stepping onto the beach.
The white sand underfoot was soft, sinking gently beneath his weight.
The sea breeze was stronger than before, carrying the sound of waves.
Just then, he felt something.
It was a fleeting spiritual power message, drifting along the sea wind, gentle like a feather, landing in his consciousness.
"Follow the footprints."
Duke lowered his head and looked at the sand beneath his feet.
A set of shallow footprints extended from the door's edge, leading deep into the beach.
The footprints were small, as if left by a child.
