The rank screen that had displayed itself on the system gradually disappeared, freeing an area which had always felt free but became noisily filled with murmurs and whispers. Yet even before he could absorb that feeling of coming in first, the ground right in front of him began to stir. What was the endless-wide wooden floor began to turn into a bright green field, while blades of grass and plants sprouted in all directions-smoothly, as if reality itself was rewriting it.
Rivyn looked around, his gaze sweeping across the scene, and saw hosts of people in their thousands whisked away group after group by teleportation. With every event, space became quieter and more empty. Soon enough, he also felt that all-too-known tingle of teleportation clutching at him. The world contorted and changed shape to his blurred eyes, and then in one brief moment, he was elsewhere.
