Near the exit of the Polluted Zone, countless clouds drifted. They were as white as dollops of fluffy whipped cream. In world outside the zone, clouds were green and purple; no one in that world had ever seen white clouds. The warm, orange-yellow sunshine painted these clouds, making them seem like snowy peaks bathed in golden syrup. The rectangular portal exit quietly stood open amongst these golden-touched clouds.
This felt straight out of a fantasy tale, except for the scary and long battle the alphas and betas had just gone through.
The monsters were left behind, with only a few random ones dropping off in the distance. Now and then, the giant body of an orca swam above, its whale song providing a comforting feeling.
