Hyerin and Averie were having a light dinner when the former spoke up.
"You look a little pale since you woke up. What's the matter?"
Averie shook his head.
"Nothing."
"No, something clearly happened. Tell me."
"Just a nightmare."
In fact, that was not the case.
What he had experienced was anything but a nightmare. It may have happened in a dream or perhaps in a faraway world, but it was very real.
The shining blade that nearly slashed his face in two would have definitely killed him in real life.
Weirdly enough, he woke up before he could witness the clash of the pretender and the angel.
It was the closest thing to an actual battle between the forces of Heaven and the demons of Hell.
'I could have died again.'
That would've been upsetting.
Lucifer would have laughed at him, offering a chair at his poker table.
"By the way," — Hyerin pulled out a printed list from her bag — "we need to hire a stylist. These are all the candidates. We can't delay any longer."
