The next location may have striken Oliver as familiar. The same white marble, the same salty air, and the same hot, white sun. Perhaps not quite the same place exactly, but not far.

Perhaps the only real difference between this place and Saga's reality, was that now? It was silent.

The temple before him was in some state of disrepair. Not so bad as to have been dangerous, but the debris around the threshold of the temple was enough to prompt someone to watch their steps. However, it certainly looked a fair deal cooler in the shade...