When William opened his eyes, the scene became completely familiar. The sky was the same still abyss with a giant moon, but now it wasn't red; it looked like a normal moon. The air carried that scent of iron and damp earth.
He was back. In front of him, the charred remains of the beetles were still scattered across the ground. The crater where he'd unleashed his power was still there, but there was no sign of the Scarab Knight.
William took a step forward, mumbling, "This doesn't make sense... Last time it took months. This time... it was only days." William had just tried once to see how dark the ring on his hand was and to guess how long it would take to enter this place again.
He raised his hand, looking at the ring that glowed softly with a deep blue light. It wasn't just a tattoo anymore; it looked like a real piece of metal, feeling like an Emperor's symbol.
