"Just what the heck is going on here?!"
The ghost girl looked around again. "It's like a pocket dimension. It masks everything from normal humans. Time doesn't move here. People outside can't see anything, and any damage done here won't show up in the real world."
Matthew looked back at the spirits. They hadn't moved. Some looked blurry, others fully formed, but all of them stared in the same direction.
Then a loud impact thudded from behind a nearby building, as if a wrecking ball had slammed into concrete.
"Someone's fighting," the ghost girl said, drifting higher to see. "Two Nexians. And one of them… isn't holding back."
Matthew reached for the car door and stepped out. The moment his foot hit the ground, the difference became more noticeable, the pressure in the air, the lack of wind, the way everything seemed slightly off.
He took a few steps forward, eyes scanning the area. A streetlamp flickered unnaturally above him, even though there was no wind or movement.
