Clyde emerged into another kind of ruined world.
Agatha had told him this place was the result of a failed experiment conducted by a Celestial. That alone set it apart from the other ruined worlds he had stepped through.
This wasn't the aftermath of some grand battle or monstrous invasion. There were no corpses, no craters from desperate defenses. No signs of struggle.
This world and everything in it had been annihilated outright. There were no survival, no resistance, just complete and silent erasure of lives.
"What a mess," Clyde thought grimly. He shook his head, letting out a quiet exhale.
This place was even more tragic than the others. At least those worlds had a chance to fight back. This one didn't even get that.
Around him, chaos seeped into everything.
The sky above was split open like torn cloth, streaked red and bleeding static lightning. Thick black clouds churned unnaturally, coiling around the fractures in the atmosphere like snakes.
