Spider-Man stood on a barren stretch of land.
As far as the eye could see, everything was scorched earth. The cities had been reduced to broken walls and rubble. Countless clouds of smoke and dust drifted over from behind the hills, and flags of every color lay scattered across the ground, no longer as bright as they once had been.
Spider-Man slowly walked down the hill and found two corpses near a cave. They wore finely engraved armor, but they had been dead for a long time. Their bodies had not decayed, yet they held no trace of life.
Spider-Man removed their armor and found that one had died from a sword thrust through the chest, while the other's abdomen had been sliced open. But they had one thing in common: the wounds on their bodies were not fatal. What had truly killed them was the powerful energy still roaming through their bodies, not yet dispersed.
It was a kind of power Spider-Man rarely encountered, but knew something about—divine power.
In the two days since arriving here, Spider-Man had not found a single intact city or building on this land. There were only corpses, corpses, and more corpses. All of them had died from various injuries, and signs of battle covered the ground around them.
After walking for two days without leaving the battlefield, Spider-Man understood that this universe was even more unusual and dangerous than he had imagined. No wonder that mysterious presence in the dense fog had sent him here.
Humans often went to war. Spider-Man understood that better than anyone. People survived through struggle, but they spent even more of their time cooperating. Cooperation was how they had made it this far.
But this universe clearly had nothing left except war. Without outside interference, no normal human