Ryver

The world twisted around him in a nauseating manner, reality itself seeming to fold and unfold like origami in the hands of a mad god.

For a moment, he existed everywhere and nowhere, his consciousness stretched across dimensions before snapping back with violent force.

He suddenly awakened in an abandoned floors , a pocket dimension where twisted trees clawed at a sky that shimmered with crimson light. The ground was littered with bones. Some were human, while some monsters as they crunched heavily underneath Lucius feet as he surveyed his surroundings.

Lucian sniffed. The air smelt like metal and tasted something like sulfur.

He could feel a sense of obscure danger pricking his skin like needles and he immediately knew things might actually be difficult than the first floor.

There was only one thing that wasn't clear in his mind.

"Why the hell does this second floor look different from what I've been told?!"