Silas felt the familiar pull of the portal grab his body, stretching and twisting his senses for a heartbeat. Then the pressure vanished.
His foot came down on something soft.
Not stone.
Not dirt.
Snow.
He sank a little as the white powder crunched under his boot. A cold breeze brushed against his face, slipping under his collar and biting his skin. When he looked up, his breath caught for a moment.
The dungeon was… quiet.
Snow fell from a pale, clouded sky in slow, lazy flakes. Giant trees rose all around him, tall and thick, their branches heavy with layers of white. The bark was dark, almost black, making the snow on them glow even brighter in contrast. Some branches bent low from the weight, forming little half-arches of ice and frost.
Silas exhaled. His breath came out in a white fog.
"…This is a B-rank dungeon?" he muttered.
