Beyond the doors was a hall with somewhat dim light. Everything here was covered in a layer of dust, making it look like some abandoned old house.
The decorations and displays were all intact, and the walls built from colorful blocks showed no damage. A casual wipe across any surface would restore its brilliance.
"Ah-choo!" Bobo pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his nose and mouth. "Why is there dust here? I always thought the Speed Force Plane would be very clean."
"There's a lawn outside, and where there's grass, there's soil. So it isn't strange for there to be dust inside the theater." Su Ming stood just inside the entrance, studying the stairs leading to the second floor. The building appeared to have only three stories and was not particularly grand.
Though it was called a theater, it really was only the size of an ordinary theater. Even including the Floating Island beneath it, it covered less area than the Paris Opera House.
But it resembled an astronomical museum more. Three levels of circular corridors surrounded an open round space in the middle. Its architecture was somewhat like a Fujian Tulou, except the hall had several roofs overhead.
Finding a large device capable of projecting all Timelines in a place like this would not be difficult.
Bobo merely complained about the dust before dusting off the black-furred paws sticking out from his sleeves and walking away. He chose to investigate the first floor. Since Deathstroke had said there was no danger here, he might as well take a look around.
"Jesse, go with Bobo. Roger, search the second floor. I'll take the third." Su Ming slowly floated up in the hall and assigned everyone their tasks. "This place isn't large. Just shout when you find it."
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