The rift pulled them in the second they reached its edge, their vision going dark in the blink of an eye.
One step through the threshold and the plaza was gone, replaced by something that had no right to exist in the same world as cracked asphalt and ruined warehouses. The air hit first, cold and thick, carrying a faint hint of rot mixed with the smell of old stone and something organic, like soil that had been drenched by endless rain, which came next.
Large droplets of water rained upon them from the grey sky above.
Their eyes looked ahead, only to find an entrance to some form of a city.
Of course, it wasn't the city they just left. Not the familiar metropolitan ruin, but something far older, its architecture looked gothic and towering, built on a scale that suggested it was once a place filled with people.
The buildings rose on either side in dark stone, their facades ornate with carved figures that time had worn into something ambiguous and a little unsettling.
