Daisy did not let down her guard. The appearance of the Materialist Empire made her realize that a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity had arrived. While she made various arrangements in New York, the Avengers entered the interstitial space.
The interstitial space was not a fixed space. In fact, "space" was not an accurate word for it. It was an intermediate transitional zone born from the rifts between the material and immaterial worlds caused by the reckless use of magic.
After entering this world, the Avengers felt somewhat dizzy. Fortunately, the Holy Light Weapons in their hands quickly brought them back to their senses.
"This is pretty interesting. They can't see us? I had beauty treatments at the shop up ahead." The Avengers stepped onto the street. It was exactly like the New York they remembered, except this place lacked color; everything above, below, left, and right was gray and hazy. Hawkeye kept his bow half-drawn, cautiously watching their surroundings. Seeing the familiar streets, Black Widow could not help making a few jokes.
They could see the pedestrians on the road, but they could not touch anyone. Ordinary people went to and from work as usual, utterly unaware as a group of nine passed right by them.
In their eyes, everyone around them was completely colorless. Only the nine of them retained vivid colors.
Stark had flown less than fifty meters when he discovered that he had crashed into a gelatinous layer. War Machine and Falcon had to put in some effort to pull him back down.
This world had a ceiling, and it was not very high.
"Mr. Wong, what are those things? Are these the magical aftereffects Daisy mentioned? Has it already become this serious?" Looking at the pedestrians and the various magical parasites clinging to them, Captain America could not