Clyde scanned the horizon and frowned. Everything about this place felt dangerous. The air pressed against his skin unevenly, thick in some places and thin in others.
His muscles felt slightly out of sync as if this world resisted his presence. Through the greenish fog drifting low across the ground, he caught sight of distant silhouettes of skyscrapers. Or what remained of them.
Their upper halves had been torn away, foundations cracked open and exposed like broken bones. Some leaned at strange angles but didn't fall and some floated in fragments, suspended by glowing greenish light.
That was enough to confirm that this was a Ruin. A world that had been destroyed after the Selection Stage. A place stripped of value, harvested, and abandoned once it could no longer produce entertainment or results.
A moment later, space warped behind him.
Another portal opened, smaller and cleaner than the one Clyde had entered.
