The portal's light completely faded behind him, cutting off the aura of that world along with it.
Sparta stood with both feet on the familiar yet strange road. The wind of Viltrum carried a dry scent.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully surveyed his surroundings. They were worlds apart from the vibrant Viltrum in his memories.
In the past, the streets had been crowded with bustling streams of people, while Viltrumite Warriors flew through the sky in intersecting paths.
Now, everything had fallen silent. The streets were eerily empty, and dust swirled in the wind.
Sparta stood in the middle of the main avenue. Everywhere he looked, there were abandoned buildings—not the slightest trace of human life.
His fists slowly clenched, then relaxed. He knew this was the result of the legendary Breaking Bad Tardis's handiwork.
That vigorous vitality, that scene of all things competing to flourish, still lingered before his eyes.
These abandoned buildings had once told the story of this place's glory.
He started walking, the rhythm of his heels striking the ground echoing through the empty streets.
It was only after he left the avenue that the view suddenly opened up before him: a huge circular plaza.
Before he could observe his surroundings, a deafening sound of air being torn apart suddenly came from the side. Immediately afterward, a blurry figure shot toward him from behind at incredible speed.
Sparta's figure came to an abrupt halt. His body instantly entered a combat stance. As he turned around, his right arm swung out in one smooth motion, accurately slamming into the fist of that blurry figure.
Bang!
A dull shockwave erupted from the point of impact, and dust spread outward like ripples.
Sparta's body did not move an inch. The ambusher, however, was sent flying backward with