When Villin looked into the mirror he felt somewhat shocked. Looking back at him was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had hazel brown hair and vibrant blue eyes. She had a healthy complexion and was smiling at him.

In the back of his mind, he could vaguely tell Kayley was saying something but he ignored it, mesmerized by the beauty in the mirror.

Villin smiled back at the beauty but then he saw something began changing. He frowned as he saw the beauty look fearfully to her left, Villin had no idea what she was afraid of but he wanted to help her with all his heart. Then an expression of pain and suffering covered her face, tears streaming down from her eyes.

Without any further hesitation Villin put his hand on the mirror, wanting to go in to help her, and in he went. He once again found himself in the endless void but now he was alone and falling down.

After ten seconds he reached the ‘ground’. When he fell onto it he didn’t feel even the slightest bit of pain where normally he should’ve died, yet he didn’t question it as he was looking for something.

Then he saw her, twenty meters to his left was a girl sitting in the darkness. He recognized the back of her head despite never having seen it, it was the girl from the mirror. She was wearing a white gown and seemed to be crying.

Every second he heard her cries Villin felt more and more terrible, he ran up to the sitting girl in a rush, placing a hand on her shoulder. He wanted to say things were going to be okay but noticed he could no longer speak, instead, he could transmit his feelings to her.

He tried to do so, let her know he would protect her, be her sole simp, when she stopped crying and turned toward her.

Her beautiful face was rotten, a part of her skull was visible and one of her eyes was gone but he didn’t care. Villin held her rotting face and was about to press his lips on whatever was left of hers when he saw the girl’s expression turn fearful again as she pointed toward the left.

Villin stood in front of her within moments, flying toward him were hundreds of others, they all looked disgusting with their rotting faces and savage expressions.

Standing before the girl he couldn’t imagine his life without, Villin yelled out with all his might. This yell wasn’t vocal, nor was it one of pain or suffering, instead it was one of determination. He would stand here and stop all of these undead freaks, protecting… Well, he didn’t exactly know her name yet but whatever it was, it was sure to be beautiful.

On one side stood a courageous boy standing as tall as a mountain, while on the other side hundreds and thousands of souls rushed toward them, their savage cries seemed to cover both the land and the sky overshadowing everything.

Villin stood there, not moving an inch as all of the undead rushed toward him, or rather the ‘beauty’ behind him. But when they got too close their feeling, their being, clashed with Villin’s and they were forced to the side.

A thousand clashes happened, and a thousand were won. Villin still stood still in the location he started at, but then, when all enemies were defeated, he faltered and fell backward.

His head landed right into the lap of his princess, as he looked up at her vibrant blue eye, he smiled, trying to let her know there was nothing to worry about.

Her boney fingers stroked his hair as he lay on her oh-so-hard lap. But just as he did he heard cries once more, the disgusting undead had returned. Villin quickly got up and stood a few meters in front of his queen again. A thousand more clashes happened, and a thousand more were won before Villin fell backward, yet this time he was slightly worse of compared too before, he felt slightly worse, but nonetheless, as long as he could see ‘her’ face he felt like he would be okay, as long as she would never disappear.

Once more a thousand undead came, and nine-hundred and ninety-nine were defeated. Villin looked in front of him with a frown, there was still an undead here, one that hadn’t come at him.

But the feeling of this undead was different, it was one that he recognized. On one hand, he just wanted to walk forward and destroy it before resting on the holy lap again, but on the other hand, he felt curious, he felt like he knew this undead.

His curiosity won as he properly looked at the man before him, allowing him to converse.

“Well Villin, I didn’t expect you to have taken ‘her’ liking, but it’s time to go now. Let’s go boy.”

First Villin felt enraged that this filthy undead dared to refer to his savior as ‘her’ but then he realized something, this man was his teacher. Yes. Richard was his name. Then he looked back toward the girl and he felt like something was wrong, she started crying again and he wanted to go and halt her sadness with all his heart, but something within his head stopped him as he took a step backward instead, toward Richard.

He felt somewhat fearful suddenly as he seemed to realize the situation he was in, he rushed toward Richard, allowing him to grab his hand.

As soon as he did, the environment changed. Villin saw Kayley, Amelia, and Rein standing before him, looking in his direction with a tad of worry. It wasn’t hard to imagine why, he felt cold sweat on his back and his face was sure to be very pale.

“He grabbed the interest of Belle, a Delphi. Really lucky he only had to be in there for an hour that boy.” Richard said making absolutely nothing clearer.

“Alright, let’s just go.” the pale-faced Villin said as he tried to grab his bearing, he already felt horrible for leaving the girl even though he could tell she was actually an undead now, whatever sort of magic she used on him, it was very effective.

Even though they were still standing in the void, there was a door in front of them now, one made entirely from silver. It was time for them to get out of here.