Walking and walking, they finally saw light. Stepping outside, they realized they had emerged from a tree hollow, with a towering giant tree standing tall behind them.
In front was a neatly cultivated farmland, full of crops heavy with grains, swaying lightly in the breeze—a scene of immense vitality and beauty. That is, aside from the furious Elf Beauty and a group of menacing Mourning Skeletons up ahead.
Philas looked forward then backward, utterly baffled. Wasn't he just trapped under a vine from a sapling in the Abyss Dimension? How did he end up in the Prime Material Plane just by walking around? This was far too magical.
Before he could think further, the enraged Elf Beauty on the other side had already started shouting: "Anthony, what did you do to our Lord?!"
Anthony awkwardly rubbed his nose: "What I did to him, hasn't it all been laid bare?"