The lead-gray sky hung overhead like an inverted bowl, seemingly close enough to touch with just a slight effort. This oppressive sight weighed heavily on the senses.
There was not the faintest breeze in the air, yet an ominous green haze lingered, and even a slight inhalation brought with it a faint discomfort in the nose.
In the same concentration, this gas would be fatal to any ordinary person in the real world.
At this moment, Roger found himself wedged in a rocky crevice. Something had clearly gone wrong during the last moment of teleportation, as his sudden appearance had forcibly shattered a chunk of the rock.
With a thought, he exerted minimal effort to extricate himself from the confines of the crevice.
Having mastered the power of the earth, Roger was unaffected by merely appearing on the surface of a rocky fissure—or even if he were buried deep within the earth itself.
