Kapitel 2220: Puppets

When their eyes adjusted once more, the empty city had suddenly become lively. It held a Victorian Era ambiance to it that was only lacking the wardrobe of puffy dresses and obnoxious top hats. In fact, Dyon had a hard time wrapping his mind around why he had connected these two things until it clicked for him and he finally got it.

It was the aesthetics of the city. It was constructed like an old detective movie and everything was in shades of white, black and gray. There was something disjointed about it as well, as thought the empty down before and this new lively one were superimposing realities the flitted between.

If one looked closely, the 'people' of this new lively town weren't people at all but rather well constructed puppets. The issue was that without immortal sense, it was fundamentally impossible for anyone with mere divine sense to tell this.