Whatever had been created after my prompt, I didn't get the chance to see it physically. The domain replacement had happened again, and that right there was apparently where my claim to equipment on the mortal plane ended.
Everything was back to normal. Bunk beds upright and balanced. The disturbing white lights running overhead — which, genuinely, made me miss the darkness I'd woken up to. I was standing in the exact spot I'd been before the domain dropped me in, right where I'd been standing after the slime boss hit the floor.
I heard breathing behind me. Charged. The specific rhythm of someone who'd been watching something intensely for longer than was comfortable.
I turned around expecting Malik.
Got six pairs of eyes instead.
