Shock was written across every face.
Some people even rubbed their eyes or slapped themselves, trying to convince themselves that everything in front of them was an illusion.
Unfortunately, the pain told them otherwise.
This was real.
No one could blame them for losing composure. Even Zayne was staring ahead in disbelief.
Because after the Gate of Apocalypse opened, what appeared before them was Old Shipyard Port.
But it was clearly not the Old Shipyard Port they knew.
Towering city walls, winding streets, lush trees, all reduced to ruins. Broken ramparts and collapsed structures stretched as far as the eye could see.
Cold rubble littered the streets. Dust drifted through the air, as if the city had been wiped out by some cataclysmic disaster.
A gust of wind swept past, carrying an indescribable sense of desolation.
Everyone stood frozen, shock and confusion plain on their faces.
