In a multitude of precious metal hues, snow clouds, silver and black, adorned the sky as if they long to kiss the land. Under the snow clouds and rain of snowflakes, Michael was flying towards Flamefair without a clue about what just happened back in his room. If he had enough spiders, he would have placed them in every room including in the room he stayed in. Therefore, he prioritized the hall, Noah's room, and a few others and did not place one in his room. If he had done that, he would have realized that Diana is his mother. More correctly, Abras's mother.
Even before coming to this world, he had been the reason for the separation between Diana and her son.
"How far is this Flamefair?" Nightmare asked, standing on his shoulder.
