Soon, the spaceship entered the vortex.
The outbreaks are periodic huh?
Eryndor thought as he glanced around at the changed landscape. It was a desert area outside, but as soon as they arrived in the secret realm, it was lush green forest all around.
"Alright, start descending."
Guardian Sol called out loudly. It seemed that the hatch of the spaceship had opened at some point.
As soon as everyone was out, Guardian Sol pointed at a door in the distance.
It stood alone, without any wall, or anything to connect itself to. Just a door placed on land full of grass.
The door loomed unnaturally tall, its warped wooden surface riddled with thin, jagged cracks that formed no discernible pattern.
The grain twisted in chaotic spirals, as if carved by an unsteady hand. A faint sheen coated the wood, reflecting light in a way that made anyone who was looking at it see their own reflection, no matter where they stood.
