The realization settled in with quiet disbelief.
For a moment, she simply stared at the ticking hands, calculating how much had happened in so little time.
Then she exhaled and pushed open the hatch.
Cool morning air brushed against her face as she climbed onto the roof of the tank.
The metal surface was cold beneath her boots, still holding the night's chill. She rolled her shoulders and stretched her arms above her head, feeling stiffness protest through her spine.
"Sleeping like that is brutal," she muttered, tilting her neck until it popped faintly. "When was the last time I slept sitting upright? High school?"
A yawn escaped her before she could suppress it. The peaceful landscape stretched in every direction, untouched and vibrant.
"It doesn't look like the dungeon break reached this far," she observed quietly.
She knew what dungeon breaks did to land.
She had seen hills reduced to scorched wasteland, forests torn apart by ether turbulence.
