As Ozul was distracted by the confinement of his senses, Raven began to look around the platform suspended in the air.
Straight ahead, she noticed straight stairs that led down to what seemed to look like an island.
Before she stepped closer, however, the air around their platform swirled and harsh winds howled, momentarily making them cover their eyes.
But the winds stopped just as fast as they appeared and before them appeared an old man wearing only a black piece of clothing that covered his bottom half. His bare chest was covered with a few horrendous scars, but the old man didn't bother to hide them.
"Welcome, children."
The old man spoke with a jovial smile as he spread both of his arms in the air.
"You're not real either," Ozul suddenly muttered, catching the attention of everyone once again.
Squinting as hard as he could, Ozul scrutinized the old man from top to bottom but couldn't make out how such a construct was possible.