Phantom Dungeon

The moment they entered, the world shifted.

Instead of the dark cave-like interior they expected, they found themselves standing in a vast, open field filled with glowing blue flowers. A soft wind blew, carrying whispers of voices neither of them recognized. The sky above was deep purple, speckled with silver stars, but something about it felt fake—as if it were a painted ceiling rather than an actual sky.

Serena looked around warily. "This… isn't real, is it?"

Asher crouched and touched the grass. It felt real. Smelled real. But his instincts screamed otherwise.

"No," he said. "This dungeon is toying with us."

Suddenly, the flowers around them withered instantly, and the once beautiful field turned into a desolate wasteland. The sky cracked, revealing a swirling void beyond it.

A deep chuckle echoed from nowhere and everywhere at once.

"Welcome, travelers. Shall we play a game?"

The voice was smooth, confident, and mocking.