They emerged from the threshold and immediately realized nothing had changed.
Level 17 did not greet them with a new sky or a different world. It threw them back into ruin.
The air carried the same oppressive weight, thick with lingering devastation. Ash drifted slowly like gray snow and the ground beneath their feet cracked and groaned as if it still remembered the violence far beyond the scale they had seen.
They had not entered another setting. They had fallen into another region of the same shattered world, a place that looked as though it had survived a battle between unfathomable beings and barely remained intact afterward.
The land stretched wide and broken. Massive scars cut through the earth, trenches miles long gouged by unknown forces.
Entire hills had been flattened into glassed plains while others rose jagged and unnatural, warped by pressure and heat that no ordinary Magic could explain.
Then they saw it.
A colossal skeleton dominated the horizon.
