It was the same empty room, vast and open, with towering walls that rose straight up... just vanishing into the shadows. There were no curves, no ornaments to make it look good, just sheer surface of dark stone, cut into massive interlocking slabs like a fortress built by something that didn't care for beauty.
The same air, dense and still...
The room was exactly the same.
...
That is, if you didn't notice that the two worlds seemed to be fighting for existence.
The white room from before was fighting for survival; it was almost like the whole room was glitching between the two worlds.
The lines that separated the two worlds were sharp, flickering with the same green lines.
He had never seen something like this, but how many times has he said this? Really, in the last year or two, he didn't even remember anymore how much time had gone, he had seen so many new things.
It's hard to think that if his master never died, he would still be doing the same thing...
