However, the sight that met Li Pan's eyes was that of a bustling city. It looked like an ancient city from the 20th century, when humanity was still bound by gravity to the surface.
The pedestrians scurrying about, aside from their somewhat outdated style of dress, were hardly distinguishable from those in Night City.
But when Li Pan looked at himself, a skinless Blood Man standing at the center of the street, and saw that the humans busily going about their business were completely oblivious to the sudden appearance of a Demon God from a Different World, he understood.
It was a disguise.
Li Pan closed his eyes, then opened them again, with sparks shooting from his eyes like searchlights sweeping over the crowd.
Empty.
The pedestrians on the streets were all empty.
Hollow hulls dressed in clothes bustled up and down the street.
As he swept his gaze over them, those hollow shells burst into flames one by one, turning to ash.
The people were fake, but the city was real.
