He thought about his world — the one he came from. It wasn't like this. It was modern, clean, full of conveniences, and the weight of death wasn't so heavy. But here, everything felt different. He could feel the texture of the dirt under his boots, the cool weight of his spear in his hands, the adrenaline pumping through his veins from the fight. The smells of blood and sweat clung to the air.
This world isn't just some game, he thought to himself, his heart racing a little. But… if it's not a game, then what is this? He could feel the confusion gnawing at him, threatening to pull him into a spiral of doubt.
Vanisa, standing quietly beside him, noticed the shift in his expression. She stepped closer and gave him a light nudge, her voice soft but steady. "You okay?"