Inside the Plain, Ned knew it was a dream. But the tingling sensation on his forehand seemed to be too real to be just a dream.
Especially the man before him. Clad in a heavy white robe, copper brown hair, and beard that reaches almost his chest, what Ned was seeing was a complete manifestation of Master Will.
The wooden sword was exactly the same as the one they have been using to train back at the Grieving woods.
The doppelganger even copied how Master Will rested his hand behind his waist while the sword hung freely on his right.
"You remembered. Yet, you are still weak." Master Will stroke his beard and did not wait for Ned to utter a reply. He vanished with a step so quiet, he hit Ned straight to his gut even before he landed.
Ned flew endlessly in the Plain, with the pain crumbling in his stomach that he was about to puke midair. Luckily, there's no object that could stop his drift. Or so he thought.
