Lucas had no idea how many days had gone past since Mortem had taken over his body. Although Lucas was able to leave the dream world he was currently in, each time he left it and saw his body being controlled by someone else, he hated it.
Rather than spending his time looking at someone control his body, Lucas had spent every second training. The dream world had remained the same as when he had first arrived. A dead wasteland with no life, rivers made of lava and the purple sky above.
It was hard to keep track of a place like this when it always seemed like it was night time. However, there was one thing that kept Lucas going. Each night when Mortem would go to sleep. Her real form or spirit would enter the dream world.
Lucas took this as an opportunity to challenge her nearly every single day. Although Lucas lost each and every single time, he was slowly learning. He had changed from his Katana blade that he once used and had started using the Scythe similar to Mortem.
