In another soul space, Galtion opened his eyes to a chaotic scene.
He stood amongst the rubble of a destroyed stone construction building, with a cloud-filled sky, so high above, he wondered if it was natural.
Walking out of the rubble, he came to a stop just outside it, a cliff before him. Down the cliff, a cyclone of electric energy, circling under what seemed like a floating land mass, which he was standing on.
He noticed another little piece of land, a few hundred feet above, about fifty feet further away, with another ruined building. Turning his eyes upward, he noticed many more of them, positioned strangely, almost imitating a staircase.
Something suddenly flashed in front of him, with a loud swooshing sound, and a burst of wind almost sweeping him off his feet.
Galtion turned his head, trying to see what it was, and something else flashed again in front of him, this time soundlessly, producing no wind at all.
