Entrusting his comrades to handle the golden knight, he pressed his palm against the sleek door. It was cool to the touch, finding his hand not making contact with the perceived solid object, but as though his fingers traversed a moist cloud.
A weightlessness overtook his body as his vision shifted from that of the doorway to an entirely different scenery.
"Huh–?" Finn quietly let out in confusion.
A sensation rose through his body as though waves ran across his skin, finding himself rising through the sky. It took him a moment to realize he was now standing on a silver platform that ascended from the peak of the palace.
'The moment I touched the door…I was transported to this–some kind of elevator in the sky? Where is it leading?' He questioned.
