The gate light swallowed Hajin whole, then spat him back out somewhere else. When the white finally cleared from his eyes, he was standing in the middle of a forest, trees stretching out in every direction with the ground soft under his boots like it hadn't seen a dry day in years.
The sky up top had gone a weird shade of green instead of blue, which tracked, since gates never bothered getting that part right anyway.
He took one slow look around, hands still in his pockets, and let out a breath that came out more bored than anything.
'Typical,' he thought, rolling a shoulder, every gate he'd walked into had been nature having some kind of breakdown.
It was always a forest or a desert or some stretch of busted old ruins, so the system was clearly working with three moods total and today it went with trees.
He honestly couldn't tell you what he'd been hoping for, a city would've been new, a beach would've been nice, but no, more trees it was.
