Ferris slowed down to a walk, stopping right in front of the museum.
Well, at least where the museum should've been.
In place of the historical architecture, which stood the test of time and villains, there was now a gaping valley that stretched out to even the hills that surrounded the museum.
Other than the pillar of dust and debris floating to the sky, there was nothing else important to see when Ferris looked over the cliff, only the bedrock and some remnants of the broken museum.
I came here as fast as I could. Guess I missed the show.
A cave-in maybe?
Maybe it was exactly that. He didn't think much further than it. However, there was something he was most definitely thinking about.
Licking his lips, Ferris once again took another peek toward the valley's floor.
The underground storage for artifacts was definitely destroyed alongside the museum.
Which means.
