Passing through the deep dark green vortex entrance, the anticipated violent energy impact did not arrive. Instead, Lynch was enveloped by a strange, weightless sensation akin to sinking into warm water.
When he "steadied" himself, the scene before him made him pause in astonishment.
The piercing cold wind, the raging snowstorm, the deafening sounds of domain clashes... all the cruelty and noise belonging to the peak of the Decaying Domain Staircase vanished in an instant.
In its place was an unimaginable scene, teeming with life to the extreme.
Under a sky as blue as if freshly washed, the sunlight was warm but not scorching, pouring over vast endless plains, carved like the finest emerald.
On the fertile black soil, golden waves of wheat rolled all the way to the horizon's end, the heavy heads of wheat exuding a unique grain aroma.
