Leon had a premonition. He only had time to open his eyes and wave at Tony before vanishing from where he stood the next second.
When he disappeared, there was not even the slightest fluctuation in the surrounding space.
No wormhole appeared to suck him away.
Nor did a gate to Heaven open to guide his path.
He was like an image in drawing software—selected and then cut, instantly vanishing from the screen.
Not a trace was left behind.
"Damn, that's generous!" Tony cried. "That's not scientific!"
None of the instruments on-site showed any abnormality, as if nothing here had changed from beginning to end.
In Tony's eyes,
Leon's disappearance was like a drop of seawater evaporating from the ocean, causing not even a ripple.
Tony ran frantically to where Leon had been standing and looked around.
He felt that his worldview had been challenged once again.
How could traveling between worlds be this silent? This wasn't scientific at all!
But there was something else that made him feel even worse.
"Leon, you brat, you'd better come back soon!" The moment Leon left, Tony felt profoundly unaccustomed to it.
Leon felt as though he had entered a stretch of The Void.
A force pushed him along through the emptiness.
He could not open his eyes or speak. He felt just like an ant that had accidentally fallen into a river and sea, drifting with the current.
But that comparison was not quite right.
He did not actually feel restrained. He simply could not move and kept traveling onward.
Put that way, he was more like a vegetative patient lying in an ambulance on the way to the hospital.
However, the feeling did not last long.
At one moment, Leon felt himself pass through a thin membrane like the surface