Erend began moving forward, his boots crunching softly against the black sand. The vastness of the world around him was both incredible but also unnerving. In the distance, he could make out rolling hills that seemed to rise and fall like frozen waves. Beyond them is an ominous fog hung low that obscuring whatever lay further ahead.
The fog didn't close in on him, though. It seemed content to linger far away, as if giving him space to explore.
The sand beneath his feet was darker than what he'd seen in the Dungeon World lobby but similar, its grains shimmering faintly as though infused with some kind of dormant power and from the aurora above.
The air humming with energy. The oppressive whispers and strange pressure he had felt when he first entered the rift had diminished. It was quieter here, though not totally peaceful. There was a slight tension as though the world itself were holding its breath and watching him.
