Sam let out a manic laugh, pressing his palm against his forehead as he looked at those around him. The lamps, the bags, the swords, the weapons—he could feel every single atom. He saw everything: the flow of mana, the hidden gears of reality.
With a focused thought and a snap of his fingers, the corridor walls began to retreat, distancing themselves into the horizon. The uneven ground shifted, paving itself with seamless, polished marble. Everything receded until the true, staggering scale of the dungeon was revealed—a vast, infinite expanse of blinding whiteness that swallowed every corner of space.
Under the stunned gazes of the prospectors and Old Max, they stood in disbelief. The world as they knew it had vanished, replaced by an absolute, terrifying void. They felt as though they had been ripped from reality and cast into a completely different dimension.
