Bruce stepped closer. His gaze narrowing on the wall before him...
Through the translucent surface, another landscape lay beyond. A shock of color. A world untouched by winter. Trees of deep emerald swayed in gentle wind, their leaves shimmering with life. Sunlight, real sunlight, filtered through a lush canopy. A forest, vibrant and warm, existing impossibly inside the same dungeon that moments ago drowned them in snow.
Bruce sighed softly.
"So this is why it's called a dual dungeon…"
Ash pressed its snout to the barrier with fascination, fogging the glassy surface with warm breath.
Bruce studied the forest further, eyes narrowing thoughtfully.
"Does that mean another variant of Abyssal Direwolves is waiting on the other side…?"
Possibilities rotated in his mind, hot-climate predators, wind-affinity wolves, or something else entirely. Either way, he doubted the creatures inside would be any friendlier than their snowbound counterparts.
