An updraft catches him. He's suddenly soaring through a blank, white space... to Stolas, it immediately seems familiar. It resembles the white space he saw in Laios's memory of his dream. This place feels a little livelier, though—there's a refreshingly cold wind whipping by.

Far below him, Stolas can see items and even buildings scattered around... a sword, a wok, a book. A tombstone, a lion plushy. Hen House. Sun and Moon House.

At the very edge of his vision, in the far distance, where the curve of the horizon should be, stands a lone figure, blonde, in a blue outfit, holding a staff.