Dimly lit street.
The streetlights not only rusted from years of disrepair, but even the glass shades at the very top were smashed by something.
Neon colors constantly shifted from the tall buildings in the distance.
They formed a sharp contrast with the long-uninhabited area here, as if they were two separate worlds.
"This Gotham style is quite cyberpunk, huh?"
Shane stepped on the ground covered in aged sewage of unknown duration, looking around with a hint of confusion.
"Shazam?"
"Thawne?"
No one answered him.
Logically speaking, Batman's technology should not produce such strange problems.
The three of them seemed to have been teleported to different places.
Shane quickly flew into the high sky.
The cold wind in the night sky brushed across his face, and he squinted to size up the surroundings.
No.
This Gotham was even close to an empty city; as far as the eye could see, there was no sign of any human presence.
Even in the distant cyberpunk districts where red, orange, blue, and purple lights continuously flashed with dazzling brilliance, not a trace of human sound could be heard.
The reason it was called close.
Because in the next second, dozens of red lasers locked onto him.
"...It seems this world was well prepared for our arrival."
Shane clicked his tongue.
The Flash's situation was probably much worse than previously anticipated.
The buzzing sounds of ignition from launchers spread from all directions, and hundreds of missiles whined as they streaked across the night sky.
Continuous explosions enveloped Shane in a dense sheet of fire.
As the hundreds of cubic meters of distorted, expanding fireball annihilated, Shane looked at the dense smoke flashing with green speckles around his body, and curiously reached out to grab a handful in the air.
Looking at the green crystal