Stepping into the combat zone didn't feel like entering a dungeon.
It felt like stepping into an entirely different world.
And not in a poetic, "wow this is beautiful" kind of way.
More like...
Why is this so big?
I stopped without meaning to.
Because… what?
The sky stretched endlessly overhead, clouds drifting like they had somewhere important to be. The light shifted naturally, like time actually moved here. Not that fake dungeon lighting that just sat there pretending to exist.
There was depth. Distance. Space.
Way too much space.
"…This is insane."
It slipped out before I could stop it.
Because dungeons? They were predictable. Hallways. Stone walls. Maybe a clearing if the system was feeling generous.
This?
This felt like it could swallow you whole and not even notice.
[WELCOME TO FLOOR ONE COMBAT ZONE.]
"Yeah, no pressure," I muttered under my breath.
Some Zetharian players were still near the entrance, lingering like they were debating life choices.
