The island was floating in midair.
Atop it was a towering obelisk, taller than any spire he had seen before, and it pointed straight into the sky. Stirling couldn't help but lift his head where the ceiling of the underground cave should have been, but now the thick rock walls had disappeared.
In their place was a constantly rotating black vortex.
Stirling only glanced at the vortex before he had to lower his head, feeling as though a gaze from within the swirl was landing on him, making him—an Earthling—feel an eerie sense of disquiet.
It felt as if a colossal entity was climbing out of the vortex, gazing down at the ground with a cold stare.
The sensation was chilling to the bone—
Could this be the Deities?
