Volk stepped through the dimensional crack, and what greeted him wasn't the endless fields of battle or monstrous landscapes he expected.
He paused, his eyes widening as he took in the surroundings.
"This… This isn't what I imagined the Ranker World would look like," he muttered in disbelief.
The horizon stretched out before him, filled with familiar tall, looming structures, eerily familiar in their design.
Skyscrapers.
Roads.
Even street lights flickered dimly overhead.
His heartbeat quickened.
What the hell? he thought, his hand tightening around his axe.
The scene before him looked too much like Earth.
Literally, like Earth.
The streets, though cracked and littered with debris, still had the markings of a city he could have walked through in his previous life.
Cars sat abandoned on the side of the road, some overturned, windows shattered. And yet, there was something off.
