[Welcome, Great Adventurer, to the grand Tomb of the Lost One, Rygor!]
The notification screen flickered before his eyes for a few seconds before sputtering back into darkness, the wall before him alit with ancient inscriptions flickering with a dense runic glow.
The brilliance only continued to grow until Seth was forced to squint from the blinding glare, and suddenly he was embraced by a rush of jarring warmth.
The temperature of his surroundings changed abruptly, the low temperature giving way to a rising warmth.
He felt the warm wind rush against his face, and finally the sound surged: birds chirping, river streams crashing against rock, the subtle snaps of crickets. His ears picked up on it all, as though he had been dropped into an actual forest.
His eyelids cracked open as a flood of light surged into his eyes, which had yet to adjust to the darkness, the burning sensation stinging them and forcing him to snap them shut again, his eyes watering.
