Spark stood on the edge of the portal, the weight of her mission pressing heavily on her shoulders. Clad in her newly crafted armor, forged from the rarest materials of her homeworld, she took a deep breath and stepped through the door.
A rush of colors and lights enveloped her, and the sensation of being pulled through time and space was overwhelming. Spark closed her eyes, focusing on the image of Earth and the coordinates Owen her father had provided. Moments later, the world solidified around her, and she found herself standing on the outskirts of a bustling city.
The sky was a brilliant blue, with only a few fluffy clouds drifting lazily overhead. Tall buildings stretched towards the heavens, and the sound of distant traffic filled the air. Spark took a moment to steady herself, the unfamiliar environment making her feel slightly disoriented.
