The sky was just as red as it was before. It looked like we were brought back in a setup of 1890's. Light breezes flew while both the armies stood there calmly, waiting for each other's responses in this going-to-be grand battle.
I was wearing my everyday attire of black t-shirt and denim ripped jeans. Valek wore his usual clothing of matte black jeans and a plain gray shirt over it. Alastor and Death surely looked like father-son as they both had black capes behind them, which mysteriously came out of the blue, before anyone could even notice them.
Fred wore a light hoodie with a trouser or what looked like a trouser while Uncle Bael had this old-man's clothes on. Aunt looked the most cheerful out of us. She wore a floral, bright-colored, all nature-type, and long frock.
