The white light eats everything.
It isn't like entering Thirstfall. It's the inverse. Reality is being vacuumed back into me instead of projected outward.
The armor goes first. I feel the Horizon dissolve off my skin like smoke being pulled into an exhaust fan.
Then the weight of Eventide on my hip.
Then the air.
Then the floor.
Before everything disappears, a space opens up.
No color. Just void. An antechamber between dimensions—translucent, no walls, no ceiling. Floating shelves with empty slots line the air in front of me. Each slot tagged with runic the system auto-translates.
The user inventory. Mine.
[Item Transfer: Thirstfall -> Earth]
[Cost: Scales per unit of mass / rank]
I open my inventory. The WaterStrand sits there, glowing with that multicolor instability that shouldn't exist outside of Thirstfall. I lift it onto a shelf. The system charges the toll—five hundred Scales—and the filament locks into the slot, vitrified.
[Scales: 20,013 → 19,513]
Done…
