Other than the numerous fights that were spread wide the area, the forest was a quiet sunset lit landscape. The wind blew the trees, the water flowed through the river, the sun shown bright as it said goodbye to New York. The superficial calm was immediately broken when the space around a small clearing began to vigourously ripple, the trees began to bend towards the center of the disturbance, as if attracted to it.<br/><br/>They then were blown backwards, their trunks ripped from their roots, they flew through the sky as a small rip opened in the air. It showed nothing but darkness, pitch black darkness, pure and simple. Out of the darkness flew a black shape that landed on the ground, almost gracefully. Raging artificial winds were created by his rend in the universe itself. He landed on his feet, bracing his landing with his right hand. When he stood upright, the portal closed, the forest almost immediately restored to its original calm, minus a dozen or so trees and some of the ground. The figure stood up, his face hidden by the hood of his black, leather-like robe. His eyes glowed a brilliant amber that surpassed even the orange of the sun. He walked forward and looked over the crest of a hill, gazing upon a destroyed city, skyscrapers fallen, fires long since started were still raging, razing all in their paths. A heavy cloud of smoke rose above it, giving it an overall gloom.<br/><br/>Boundary looked upon the fallen city, noticing streaks of light fighting above, below, and around it, there was a war going on. Too many times had Boundary witnessed war, it never changed, people fought, people died, that was all he interpreted from it.<br/><br/>"This universe died a long time ago." he said as if someone was there to listen. He walked towards the dead city, the sun passing below the horizon and plunging the world into darkness.