The searing hot sensation returned, but it wasn't as uncomfortable as Damian remembered. The small waygate travel barely felt like a second in this state, but this millions-of-miles-away planet hopping was truly felt by all the people present inside the Dreamlight. Damian had to keep his mind clear, though—the second they successfully crossed, he needed to steer the Dreamlight and avoid crashing into anything.
He remembered Earth being just a vast black wasteland when he had come with Vidalia before. This time, it shouldn't be any different—maybe a century or so had passed if the travel to Earth really did cost over a thousand years.
However, when they emerged from the swirling blue portal and the blinding light cleared, the scenery in front of Damian left him shocked to his very bones. It wasn't a wasteland. It was a city. A very familiar one at that. And it looked old.
