Ed found himself in a crumbling cathedral made of entirely obsidian mirrors.
His surrounding was bright and he could tell that it was morning but he couldn't tell how he got where he was.
The last he recalled, he had been struck by a thunderbolt which had caused him to become unconscious.
He wondered where he was at and how he got there because just few minutes ago, or perhaps hours because it was already morning, he had been in a muddy shallow grave trying to make meaning of what he had seen and heard, but here and now he was at some other place he couldn't even identify.
Was that how the quest was meant to work? And was that how he was going to be transported from one place to another without him realizing it until he completed all of his tasks?
His eyes darted to the watch stepped on his wrist. It wasn't ticking. Still not yet. It bothered him but he didn't mind. Perhaps that was how every other person's own was.
