The scene on the other side of the Teleportation Portal was completely different from anything Star-Lord had seen in science-fiction films and TV shows.
It was too real. Everything was no different from the real world, made up of matter all around them. No one had turned into glowing streams of data.
But that was not what he meant.
"I thought a Cyberpunk world would be full of music with that electronic psychedelic vibe, neon lights enough to make people have photosensitive seizures, hovering cars all over the streets, and synthezoid prostitutes. I didn't expect this."
The group that had passed through the Teleportation Portal stood in the wilderness, with not a single thing around them. Peter crouched down and grabbed a handful of black sand, his tone full of disappointment.
"I think I understand. You probably watched the Blade Runner movie as a child but never read the original novel, so you had no idea what the world beyond the city looked like." Su Ming raised a hand to feel the gravity here. It changed almost constantly, though fortunately it remained within human tolerance. "In reality, excessive concentration of resources leads to situations like this. Have you ever looked beyond Asgard's royal palace?"
Star-Lord shook his head and straightened up, brushing the dirt from his hands. "Not that I want to disparage anyone, but Asgard has always pursued an isolationist policy. It's nowhere near as open as Vanaheim. Are you saying that everything outside Asgard is desert too?"
The Teleportation Portal behind them vanished once everyone had entered. This was a one-way route. How had the Skrulls who entered this place made their way to Earth? That was unknown for now, but their exit route was definitely not here.
"Not quite. Yggdrasil is there, after all, and everything is