Familiar buzzing swarmed and overloaded our senses as the teleportation portal finally took us away.
It seemed like such a long time had past and only finally were we allowed to progress onto the fourth floor.
Reality faded in to a misty fragmented cornucopia of blues, greens, and purples. Being broken apart, changing, then coming together to be reformed.
As quickly as we were consumed away from the third floor, we were spat out into the fourth.
The moment our feet touched the ground, we were welcomed with the familiar notice from the ever so helpful system.
PPPIIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGG
[Floor 4][Swamplands Of Perdition]
After dismissing the notice, the first thing that caught my attention was the climate and environment.