Bel crossed his arms slowly, brows furrowing.
"What do you mean by that?"
Regulus didn't answer right away. His form flickered slightly, like light passing through smoke.
"I came back some time ago, but I was trapped by the nature of this world."
Bel waited.
Regulus looked up at the fractured glass dome above them, the frozen moon casting a pale glow through the ruins.
"This world... is a world layered over our own. Another dimension."
Bel raised an eyebrow.
"Another dimension?"
Regulus opened his mouth, then paused, visibly struggling to find the right words. His eyes flicked toward the broken ceiling and the unmoving moonlight, as if searching for an explanation in the stars.
Bel tilted his head slightly.
"Use the simplest words you can. Just get to the point."
Regulus hesitated, then gave a faint, dry chuckle.
