Gage mutely stood on nothing but an invisible floor of an opened space, his long black hair slowly sways while placing his hand on his blackened short boxed beard in an atmosphere full with immeasurable collections of enkindled gases, twinkling around, appearing more like a cosmic islands upon islands in various sizes and alluring colors as his iconic armour reflects it all.
Never had he seen such before, to him this was another puzzlement second to the slim child with glowing fist. He looked around at the wonders of the scenery encircling him as one trying to unravel it’s secrets in the middle of no where.
“I... thought you are... not so good in close combat.” Someone grunted behind.
At least keeping the sounds within the space was thoughtful of the creator with this kind of potency.
