High Tower Space, a vacant lot.
A vortex-like passage suddenly opened, and Enzo emerged, his face pale.
"This feels awful!"
Enzo spat out a few coarse breaths, grumbling and complaining.
He hadn't expected the passage through High Tower to be so unbearable, feeling like being shoved into a rolling drum and then spun rapidly, completely losing his sense of direction.
After a moment, Enzo regained his composure.
He looked around.
In sight was a pile of scattered rocks, some marked with peculiar scratches, seeming like some form of signage. Further away, below the slope where he stood, was a lush forest from which occasional terrifying roars of beasts echoed, scattering the birds in the forest.
Even farther was the towering High Tower disappearing into the clouds.
Behind him lay an expanse of mountains stretching endlessly into the distance.
