The ball of space still remained around them; however, the wood that surrounded them was gone leaving them exposed to see what had been left behind.
It was snow.
Endless, blinding snow.
This was called a Dungeon Shift, and it was one of the rarest, most terrifying phenomena an Awakener could experience mid-raid.
Most Awakeners only heard about it in Guild manuals, the kind written in bold red letters with warnings like "In case of Shift, prioritize survival."
No one really expected to live through it.
A Dungeon Shift meant the dungeon's core had mutated while you were inside it.
Its type, rank, and laws would change instantly.
Its landscape, monsters, and mana density would become something entirely new.
And worst of all… the exit would vanish until you cleared the new dungeon.
Luna shivered.
The field that had once been a calm stretch of ocean was now a frozen wasteland. The pirate ship was gone.
