WHOOSH
STEP
He arrived at a different land altogether. The evening Sun and gentle auburn sky were different from the afternoon Sun in Kiriket, telling him that he was in an entirely different timezone altogether. He found himself in an exotic forest with flora of a myriad of different colors and shapes that separated it from anything he had seen in any other continent.
He could sense it from the air alone.
The atmosphere.
It was different.
From anything in Genora, or the Hlakaschken Trade Empire, or Kiriket. It was fundamentally different from the true world as a whole, comprising matter that simply didn't exist in the true world.
He knew exactly where he was.
"The Panama Continent…" he whispered with a shaky breath as pitch-black eyes widened with shock.
