"Buzz"
Murphy and Adel walked hand in hand out of the narrow rift that had shrunk to the point where only two people hugging could pass through. The moment he returned to the material world, the administrator felt the roar and bind coming from behind him.
It was as if many hands were pulling at him, unwilling to let him leave so easily.
Clearly, the greedy subspace had no intention of letting go of any unlucky soul who entered and snatched away treasures, but as the noble Lord Administrator, Murphy always had privileges.
He turned to look at the crack behind him, still trying to counterattack despite being suppressed by a pale light. The chaos that had been calm now surged like "angry waves" in a small basin, transforming into violet-black ghost claws attempting to grab Murphy and Adel, pulling them back into the Chaos Origin.
"Thank you for your hospitality, but your haunted place is a bit too rustic; I don't plan on visiting a second time anytime soon!"
