Owen stepped back into open air.
The dungeon sky stretched overhead, false and perfect, the kind of blue that didn't exist in nature. The manicured gardens of Eckstein's villa spread before him, and beyond the compound wall, the rolling grasslands of the dungeon's field environment.
But something was wrong with the air.
It pressed against his scales like a physical thing — thicker than it had been when he entered the compound, heavier with a familiar wrongness. Owen breathed it in instinctively and felt his system respond.
[Status Ailment Detected: Outer-Divinity Miasma]
[Sovereignty of the Dragon King resisting...]
[Resistance successful.]
The notification faded and Owen exhaled slowly.
He stepped through the villa's front entrance and stopped.
Beyond the compound wall, past the electrified perimeter, the grasslands had changed.
They were moving.
