The sky was blueish-pink.
The sea was grey.
Whether he liked it or not, Averie was there again.
'Would I drift away in the passage of time if I refused to get up?'
He felt the urge to find out, and staying put felt so much easier.
Nevertheless, he stood up.
He was prepared for a fight. He was burning with ambition to destroy whatever came at him today.
He examined himself from head to toe.
Surprisingly, his attire was different than the last time he was there.
Back then, he was wearing his signature white shirt and dress pants.
Now, he was dressed all in black.
'So, the real world does have some connection to this one.'
But that was all he could gather.
He walked for a long time and found himself in front of the familiar whirlpool.
He pretended to be mesmerized by it and turned back to face the pretender.
The creature was wearing the same clothes as before. It still had the face and voice of Asmodeus Binsfeld.
Averie took a step forward.
"Shouldn't you be dead?"
