Echoes in the Silence

The familiar weightlessness washed over Liria like a cool breeze as the system's teleportation magic whisked her away from the dungeon's oppressive depths. For a fleeting moment, there was nothing no sound, no pain, no exhaustion just the quiet void of transition. Then, with a soft shimmer, she reappeared in her room.

The sudden stillness was almost jarring. Gone were the echoing roars of the Abyssal Monarch, the crackling flames, and the bone-rattling tremors of the dungeon. Instead, the soft glow of moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting gentle silver patterns across her bed and the wooden floorboards. The faint chirp of night insects hummed outside, and the cool night air kissed her sweat-dampened skin.

Liria staggered slightly, catching herself against the edge of her desk. She let out a long breath she hadn't realized she was holding. The room her room felt almost surreal after the life-threatening chaos she had just escaped.