Nina stepped through the shimmering veil of the dungeon portal, bracing herself for chaos.
She expected monsters, twisted terrain, maybe even burning skies—typical fare for a dungeon break. But instead, her boots sank into soft grass.
A calm breeze swept over a vibrant meadow. The sky above was a pale, dreamy pink, and a faint glow bathed everything in a strange, peaceful hue.
The grass swayed gently underfoot. Birds chirped in the distance. A few monsters meandered in the far background, but none seemed interested in her presence.
"…What the hell?"
Nina muttered, shoulders tensing.
She tried not to let the quietness fool her.
Dungeons were never safe, no matter how peaceful they looked. She lowered her stance, ready to draw her spear at a moment's notice, and reached out to her Patron.
"This place is strange. What do you think? Any advice?"
Silence.
Nina frowned.
"Hello?"
Still nothing.
