Dark opened his eyes and found himself awash in a world of pink.
The sound of water rushed around him.
He was on top of a large pink wave that moved gently through a huge open space. The air was smoky. It smelled like burning. He couldn’t tell where he was.
Was there enough room in the cylinder for this place? It didn’t seem real.
It didn’t seem possible.
He reached out his claws and the river deposited him on a metal walkway. The walkway rose slightly out of the water, and his eyes widened as he saw the pink river rapids rush into a waterfall in the distance.
He sat on the walkway to catch his breath.
“Where am I?” he asked.
A moment ago he had been punching and clawing at Fenroot. Now he was here.
His legs were still burning. He stood up, and they pained him tremendously.
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