[Four days earlier...]
Sam stepped through the swirling dungeon entrance with her staff in hand and emerged into a vast cave that stretched outward in all directions.
Above the cave were stalactites that dripped steadily into a central lake as the sound echoed all around.
Behind her, Jerry stumbled through a second later, already dusting off his armour with an annoyed huff. "Alright," he said, "let's get this over with. D-rank shouldn't take more than—"
With no transition or warning, the world swapped, and the cave vanished.
One moment they were surrounded by damp stone and dripping water. The next, tall golden grass that brushed against Sam's legs as a dry, hot wind rolled across an endless savannah.
Above, two suns burned low in the sky, casting long, overlapping shadows.
Sam spun around. The entrance they had just come through warped, twisted, and collapsed inward, folding from the inside out until it was a thin black line, and then nothing at all.
