The moment Caleb stepped into the vortex; he found himself surrounded by a picturesque landscape. The clear blue skies, fluffy white clouds, sparkling bodies of water, and distant mountain ranges made him pause.
"Are dungeons really supposed to feel this peaceful?" Caleb muttered with a hint of doubt in his voice.
It all seemed too serene, too much like the real world to be a dungeon.
"But first," he said, glancing at his tattered clothes, "I need to get out of these rags."
He accessed his system store and chose a fresh outfit: a black turtleneck, pants that looked like jeans, and matching shoes. He set the coat aside for now—it might get in the way during a fight.
"Why do I always pick black?" Caleb wondered aloud but quickly shrugged off the thought. Maybe it was because black felt sleek, mysterious, and just… right. Whatever the reason, he liked it.
With that settled, Caleb began exploring.
