Fall(1)

In a haze, he felt himself hurtling through the air in a familiar direction. The Endless Sea was without any landmarks, but one thing that could be used to keep track of where one was was the intensity of the wind. Where he was going, the winds seemed calm, and if his mind wasn't still drowned in the vision, he would have recognized his destination right away.

Instead, he only saw what it was when he looked up at its entrance. The lost city of Angaria was as lost as ever, drifting in the sea in what might look like an aimless fashion at first, but possessing a pattern that could only be deciphered by the system which had established it. All he needed to do was raise his hand to enter it, and soon, he was standing in front of the vault inside which he had first met the being that had told him about the true identity of what had felt like Angaria's greatest threat.