The transition from the pristine sun drenched beaches of Arthur's personal dimension to the rain slicked smog choked alleys of Sector 4 in the Mortal Domain was instantaneous.
Arthur Sterling stepped out of the spatial rift. The heels of his polished leather shoes clicked against the wet cobblestones. He inhaled the sharp scent of ozone, cheap coal, and blood. It smelled exactly like the slum where he had first woken up in this universe. It smelled like work.
Behind him, the air rippled as his Queens stepped through. They had completely shed their divine world ending auras. Sylvia wore a sleek high collared trench coat. Her silver hair was pulled back severely.
Morwenna had traded her abyssal gowns for practical dark combat leathers. Lyra twirled a pair of mundane steel daggers in her hands. She was entirely in her element in the gritty urban sprawl.
