Amid the ruins of the city, the once-prosperous urban landscape had been ruthlessly destroyed, and a desolate sight met the eye.
The towering skyscrapers had become wreckage. Collapsed concrete and chunks of steel lay scattered across the streets, while the Shops and office buildings on either side had long since turned to ash. Only broken walls and ruins remained, bearing witness to the prosperous past when hurried people had bustled about making a living.
The traffic lights had fallen in the previous storm, yet the power had not been completely cut off. Faulty signals made red and green lights flash alternately, like monsters peering out from the depths of the thick fog.
Two figures appeared beneath the traffic light.
Stark raised his head and surveyed the surroundings, then turned to the side. Schiller stood where he was, looking back at the enormous traffic light that had fallen behind him.
"What is it?" Stark walked over and asked.
"Nothing. It just reminded me of a place with terrible traffic jams." Schiller shook his head.
But Stark walked over to inspect the broken section of the traffic light and said, "The basic structure is still a product of human civilization, but the materials differ from what we use. Perhaps it's from the future."
"I never thought you'd choose unity." Schiller walked over and took a look as well. Dense wires were exposed at the break in the traffic light, extending straight down underground, their destination impossible to see.
"I've never taken part in a unity game, but I think it may be one of the most difficult types of game." Stark looked up along the fallen traffic light. "Whether they're superheroes or supervillains, they all have exceptional abilities. If they need to unite to clear the game, that will probably be difficult."