Stark's vision darkened for less than a fraction of a second, and when he opened his eyes he was back in that space.
The blazing blue sun was just as imposing as ever, and his cabin was still there, an abnormality in the wasteland that went on for miles.
"So this is my soul?" He glanced around the space and frowned.
The imposing pillars he had seen the first time he had been here were still there, just as eerie as they had always been, but strangely, that was not what bothered him the most.
"Why is there no air?"
It felt weird having to breathe nothing. Stark felt dead but at the same time alive.
He was about to step into the cabin when his clothes suddenly fluttered by his side.
The white flags hanging at the top of the gargantuan pillars began to billow in the wind as well, causing him to pause.
"What the hell happened?"
All he did was think about the wind, and it ended up materializing…
'Does that mean?'
Stark closed his eyes, hoping to bring something into existence.
