The world stabilized around Jack in fragments. Jack stood in the center of a barren plateau, storm clouds churning above with unnatural fury.
Lightning struck constantly, bolts thick as tree trunks hammering the ground in patterns that seemed almost intentional. The electrical discharge was so intense that the air itself glowed faintly yellow 'System,' Jack thought, his jaw tightening.
'Where am I?' The notification appeared and vanished, offering no further context. Floor Fifty-Two.
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