Clyde emerged from the portal and landed on the remains of a ruined city. The first thing he noticed was the lack of gravity. There was no clear direction anymore.
Fragments of buildings floated through the sky like the entire world had been torn apart and scattered into space. Skyscrapers drifted several dozen meters above the broken streets. Some of them were still almost intact while others had been ripped in half, their exposed floors and rooms hanging open to the void.
Vehicles floated between them. A few were still burning, trails of smoke twisting strangely through the air before disappearing into the distance.
Pieces of concrete, metal, glass, and entire sections of buildings slowly drifted past one another.
The city had once been enormous. Now, it was nothing more than a graveyard suspended in a broken world.
Clyde stood on a cracked section of road and looked around. He showed no fear. He had seen far worse.
A low roar suddenly echoed from above. Clyde looked up.
