Viewed from space, Earth glittered beneath the sunlight, breathtakingly beautiful. Blue-purple cloud layers spread across its surface, driven by the wind at an unimaginable speed.
Though it looked like a magical world, ordinary humans were considered unworthy of possessing any power, and Earth was merely a place for the Inheritors to amuse themselves.
They themselves lived in castles in space, as though seated upon lofty thrones, looking down upon all living things and drawing twisted satisfaction from it.
They were still a species closely connected to human society, after all. They had learned quite a bit of humanity's shared love for standing at the summit and looking down on others.
Distant stars glittered, and a small number of ships entered and left the castle. But judging by the style of these sailships, they probably were not capable of long-distance space travel. In the end, they would return to Earth to face the apocalypse.
After teleporting inside the castle walls, everyone discovered that it was not small at all. Its landmass was even roughly the same size as Asgard's.
Beyond the high walls stood a magnificent cluster of buildings, along with other structures that did not appear to serve military purposes.
"Nice place. Too bad the owners are awful." Su Ming landed on a patch of grass. The Teleportation Portal Little Wong had casually opened had apparently dropped them into something like a garden.
Above the landmass on which the castle stood was a glowing protective barrier. It was a product of science, and it was likely what preserved the air and temperature, allowing plants to grow here as well.
Deadpool mischievously reached out to pick a rose, but with a light tug, a skull turned up from beside the flower's roots. It stared silently at him, eye socket to eye