The response got an amused smirk, and Albedo cocked his head at the building nearby towering upwards. "Hate it, darling? You haven't even seen it yet." And it looked so promising, too. He was so excited. So much so, that he was nearly asleep from it. This cliche-ridden place.

The buildings solidified quickly, forming a wrecked cityscape that rose around them sooner than one would have thought. Skyscrapers reached for the fog filled sky--or dome, who could say, really, what was hidden past?--and trash and rubble filled the streets. "Charming," came the murmur as they moved on. Soon enough, it was as if that first emptiness hadn't existed at all. Only this city, endless and shifting. No living creatures, no b-rate horror mutterings. Just nothing but grey and near ruins stretching on.

Albedo paused in the middle of a street, a hip cocked out to one side as he frowned in annoyance. "Well, now what," he gave sharply. What kind of reward was this supposed to be?