Percy opened his eyes to white.
He stood for a moment, then started walking.
"I should have asked Lyro about this earlier. Three consecutive dreams of the exact same space. This is definitely connected to spirits
or to being a Haunted."
He walked forward and the figure came into view ahead, the same as before. It took one step toward him.
"Three steps so far." Percy noted it. "One step per dream. Is that what this is?"
The face was still too far to make out. He didn't try. Instead he turned his attention to the space itself, moving along its edges, testing the boundaries.
It didn't take long to reach a conclusion. The space was smaller than it appeared , roughly the width of a basketball court, the length of two. Every time he pushed toward the edges an invisible force stopped him, the same as before.
He crouched and tried to scoop the liquid from the floor into his palms. It slipped through every time, leaving nothing behind.
He lowered himself further and sniffed.
