When Canna emerged from the portal, it was as if he had been transported to an entirely different world again. The sky was a clear, vibrant blue, and lush greenery spread out in all directions. He stood there, mesmerized, for a full five minutes, just at the entrance of the dungeon. He inhaled deeply, savoring the fresh, unpolluted air, a stark contrast to the musty confines of the dungeon he had known for so long.
This was the first time Canna had set foot outside without immediately having to engage in combat. He stood barefoot, feeling the cool, soft earth beneath him. Since arriving in this world, Canna had never worn footwear, preferring the direct connection with the ground. Even when offered, he had declined, finding comfort in the tactile sensation of the dungeon's floor, and now, the natural earth.
