Loopshard

Adam opened his eyes. He was back in the Magical Forest.

I fucking hate this place.

In front of him the Eye was unfolded, showing his new selection of weapons. The Hardmode Orb floated next to his head, its eye glowing red.

Falling off the island was actually a pleasant way to go out, he mused.

I didn’t even feel it when I died.

It’s as if I just ceased to be the moment I left the island’s sphere of influence or something.

Like an object in a game falling outside the render distance.

I simply stopped existing.

He got up from the grass, surprised that he didn’t feel the need to puke.