There was a muffled flash of white light and Lukas appeared outside.
He blinked rapidly, his eyes quickly adjusting to the increased sunlight. And with his high Constitution, he adjusted almost instantly.
The same spatial gate he'd been walking through swirled in front of him.
He'd been through it six different times, and now, he stood in the small courtyard with his hair going in approximately seven different directions and a wide grin on his face.
He ran a hand through his hair, accomplishing nothing meaningful with the attempt, and looked down at himself.
His clothes were singed in a few places from the boss scorpion's fire, and there was a faint smell of smoke clinging to him that six runs had done nothing to reduce.
He looked, by any reasonable measure, slightly unhinged.
And all he could say was that he felt excellent.
