The Newborn World

Veef felt two ticks drain from her existence and the intense fearful pressure along her spine that followed.

Only a minute later did the intense emotion fade and subside enough for a bit of rationality.

Yet even then, the present her felt an amalgamation of fear, awe, wonder, anger, disbelief, and a plethora of other indescribable feelings well up and flow through her being.

She looked around at the unfamiliar landscape. A deciduous forest. The season was amidst autumn yet not to far gone from the summer months. The air was cool, the wind was light, and the leaves softly bristled in the wind.

This environment... Was so real. Veef had almost forgotten that she was merely in the confines of a dungeon.

The strange sense of wonder had her curious and breathless as to know how far this could go - the span of this little world.

At that thought, she flew up - through the tangled branches and yellowing yet still green leaves, further and further until she broke past the treetops.

Beyond the trees, as she rose, she witnessed something beautiful. It wasn't the blue-tinged transparent river that ran through a clearing of soft white wheat. And it wasn't the groves of glowing willow trees, or the odd and exotic plant life lingering at the edge of a far cliff.

It was the immense mountain range that spanned an immeasurable distance away from her. The sense of scale giving off complete feelings of extremity - so much so that she nearly felt another tick course through her at the sight of them.

Yet, then another thought came up.

How the heck was she supposed to get out of here?

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Hans was also wondering the same thing.

Not about how he - himself could get out of course, but about Veef. He already had the feeling he knew exactly where to look for her as if he had an inkling of an attachment to every little crevice of this world he'd created. It was some odd sensation of being able to look and breathe through this world as if it were his own skin... If that made any sense, but of course, it didn't, unless it had something to do with it being made of his mana?

He immediately noted the massive scale of this world as well, and though he couldn't accurately relate its dimensions to that of Earth, his previous home, he still knew that it had to be comparatively close be it smaller or even possibly larger!

The sense of scale left him incredibly curious about the outside world. If a mere deep underground mana sphere could inflict upon him trillions of mana, and allow him to create something like this and to this extent, how much mana did the outside world consist of in general?

Anyway, his confusion didn't matter at the moment, but the fact he at least knew where Veef was, was rather significant...

His vision glided swiftly across the landscape, passing mountains and rivers, patches of open field, thick forests, and many varieties of such views. There were peculiar plants he had only ever seen in fantasy RPGs sprawled across his view mixing themselves into biomes as well, sometimes he would come across little strange patches of forest where there were nothing but these odd forms of foliage.

About 15 minutes later, he stumbled upon a familiar purple speck in the sky.

Veef?

He could feel a plethora of emotion surge through their soul-connection.

The pixie seemed to sense something and turned around wildly to glare every which way, though it was still plenty obvious Hans hadn't at all suddenly materialized a body.

"Y-You! You dungeon! You!..." She yelped incessantly, yet couldn't seem to formulate any sort of coherent sentence to communicate. Hans could see her struggling very hard to remain calm.

She already must've known that this world was his doing as that was already apparent by the bright ball of gas lighting the sky and warming the earth, yet even then - berated, asking what he was even thinking, and how he didn't even give her a warning.

He spent the next few minutes calming her down and half-heartedly apologizing for the inconvenience of being thrown to the ground.

Or was it having the ground thrown at her? Technically he'd spawned in the world near her and not moving towards her so it should be the former. Well, either way, the two impacted with each other...

Hans started to feel a few minute sweats perspire down his core form, realizing that if he wasn't careful, with all the fantasy and real-life settings that were in those books his mother had handed him, he could have ended up landing Veef in a number of extremely dangerous places, say, a canyon, or an active volcano, not the soft and comfortable grass and soil that helped her withstand her fall...

"You... you..." Veef exhaled and sighed.

" Nevermind just... please, get me out of here."

'...'

"What?"

'And, how do I do that?.'

Veef facepalmed, though it was true that Hans could guestimate at how the process might go, it was still undoubtedly the first time Hans experienced such a scenario. Plus, he'd prefer a definite answer from Veef over pure speculation. She should know how, right?

"I thought you dungeons had instincts and whatnot for these sort of things.."

"A Door! Just make a door or something!" She expressed in an exaggerated yet tired manner.

"You can create pretty much anything in here, look! Look around! You can make all this but you can't make a door?! Just think about it and imagine it!" Veef sighed, then tapped her forehead for a second.

"The exit doesn't even have to be a door if you don't want! It could be anything really: a portal, a whirlpool, a crack in space, a cave, an object, a sinkhole, quicksand, anything... As long as the precondition exists that you envision it removing you from this room and into another!"

'Oh?! Really?'

Hans was quite interested with the concepts Veef had just portrayed, countless ideas popping into mind, though he dared not envision them existing in the room which he was observing just yet.

"Hey! Hey, wait! J-Just remember I've got to go through this one okay?" Veef could feel a tinge of Hans' excitement through the soul-bond and had become slightly worried and regretful for giving the dungeon such a variety of thoughts - especially the quicksand part.

Though, sadly for her, at that moment a peculiar idea formed in Hans' figurative head...