Ulysses gasped as he opened his eyes to find himself back in Albus's home, having slept in the second bedroom while Alex took the first.
With Albus and the rest of the townspeople dead, the city was now empty, but considering the buildings were mostly in good condition, Alex had decided that they would lodge in Albus's home for the time being as he needed some of the books in the late professor's mini library.
Moving on, Ulysses' breathing was uneven as he struggled to come to terms with what he had experienced in his dream.
But was it a dream?... It felt a bit too real to be a normal dream.
Taking a deep breath, he was about to sit up in bed when he noticed the flowing light that seemed to come from nowhere and yet encompassed everything.
It was beautiful to watch its flow pattern, allowing Ulysses to calm down long enough to notice that something about the light was off.
Though what was off about it, he couldn't quite place his finger on it.
