Ellen and Milo both remained on the island, neither of them wanting to move from where they were. The sudden appearance of the Supreme deity sent a much-needed warning to both of them. They were relaxed, too relaxed, everything thus far had worked out for them, but evidently the Supreme deity wasn't going to let it go that easily for them.
Milo looked up towards the sky, the clouds spiralling above his head the blue exchanging itself for a grey colour.
'Weird … what the … huh?'.
Milo's mind blanked and his body sank to the ground, but somehow, he was able to see his own body from the air above. Milo quickly lost sight of his body as he was swallowed up into a vortex, being spat out into a pitch black, cold room.
One by one, along the walls of this room candles flickered to life, revealing that Milo was actually stood on a perfectly serene lake. His presence wasn't even disturbing the surface of it.
