The Crossworld
Slowly, he stood up, observing the surroundings that had completely changed, no longer beautiful as before. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself because otherwise, his psychological state would surely be disturbed. Especially since Ailord didn't like anything related to horror, and the place he was in now truly reflected that word.
They could sense his tension, worried about Ailord who no longer looked like himself, but was full of anxiety that something would suddenly jump out and attack.
"Ailord, we can go back to Agaricfall if you want, or you can just rest in the Iron Hall," said Glok softly while standing in front, ensuring that Ailord knew they were all still there and he wasn't alone.