Pag's eyes snapped open, momentarily blinded by the brilliant, almost iridescent hues of blues and greens swirling around him. The air crackled with an unfamiliar energy, sending a shiver down his spine. The transition from the dark, oppressive atmosphere of the Patala tunnels to the vibrant, humid air of the Lunar Empire is jarring, almost disorienting. He stumbled slightly as his feet hit solid ground, the cobblestones smooth and cool beneath his worn boots.

He took a deep breath, the salty tang of the ocean filling his lungs, a stark contrast to the stale, earthy air of the tunnels. A gentle breeze carries the scent of exotic flowers and spices, hinting at a world far different from the harsh landscapes he has recently traversed. The air hums with an almost tangible energy, a blend of magic and the raw power of the ocean, invigorating yet unsettling.

Before he could fully take in his surroundings, the weight of the scroll in his inventory reminds him of its purpose. This is not the time to admire the scenery. He must act quickly. He unrolls the scroll, his fingers tracing the intricate runes that seem to pulse with an inner light, a vibrant blend of fiery orange and deep, earthy brown. The air crackles as he reads the ancient script aloud, the words resonating deep within him, their meaning both familiar and utterly alien.

He felt a surge of energy course through his body, a wave of heat followed by a grounding sensation, a feeling of being rooted to the very core of the world. His fire affinity, already a potent force within him, flares brighter, hotter, more intense. But there’s something new, too, a connection to the earth, a sense of stability and strength that he has never experienced before.

A notification window popped up, the words stark and official against the backdrop of the exotic city: