South Pacific.
From above, an island shaped remarkably like a pair of oversized briefs lay covered in countless lush trees amid the endless azure sea. From a distance, it looked like moldy moss.
"On this planet,"
"there are places that have broken away from the natural laws governing things. We believe they exist in the form of phantom frequencies."
As the view drew closer, quite a few bipedal Terror Bird Dragons with brilliant feathers could be seen wandering through the verdant forest across the island.
At the very center of the island stood a massive stone gateway.
It looked like a medieval structure, but the mirror-like surfaces of the building, as clear and dazzling as lake water, showed that it could not have been built in the Middle Ages.
"At these locations, cosmic energy conducted through Earth's metallic core cancels itself out, creating a state of stasis. It disrupts space-time and creates hidden realms. Some are born from magic, while others form naturally."
"Dinosaur Island, Themyscira, Skartaris, Nanga Parbat, and this place."
Inside the enormous metal structure stood a huge statue forged from gold.
A muscular man with dazzling golden wings and a golden meteor hammer raised in his hand gazed upward into the sky.
"This is Thanagar."
Kendra folded her arms and looked around.
"So."
Diana stared at the various mysterious objects laid out on a mahogany table nearby.
"You mentioned an invasion war earlier. What do you know?"
"Be patient."
Kendra smiled and picked up a sharp brown piece of metal from the table. "Do you know who that metal statue is?"
The woman glanced at the statue, and a trace of mourning crossed her face.
"Hawkman."
"He and I founded Thanagar together. It served as our base of operations for many years."
"My story with Hawkman may