Neo landed into a red lake. The dirty water rushed into his open mouth and he gagged and coughed. His brain and limbs lagged for a few seconds before he regained control.
He closed his mouth and pushed his legs upwards, then swam up to the surface. The sky was bright with a reddish color, and the world was without a protective shield from the sun. When he came in contact with the air, he inhaled deeply through his mouth.
The air was just like he remembered it—filthy and unfiltered. Too little oxygen, too much nitrogen, and a ton of mixed rare gases. All poisonous enough to kill an ordinary man.
But Hunters in his time were specifically trained to deal with this. They were held in rooms filled with such gases for at least thirty minutes in a day until their bodies became accustomed to it.
Though his body could take it, his mind was often revolted by the air he breathed inside a Dungeon.
