Ybur had no idea how he had fallen asleep; it seemed like a trance, and when he regained his consciousness, he was already in the midst of a wasteland, standing on the earth soaked with fresh blood. Ybur looked around blankly until he saw a figure standing before him—
It was the White-Haired Despot Vaughn.
However, it was Vaughn as a young man, his muscles so robust it appeared he could slay a dragon with his bare hands.
Ybur hesitated for a moment, and before he could speak, Vaughn let out a hearty laugh, slapping Ybur on the shoulder, "I really owe you one for last time."
"…Vaughn?" Ybur asked tentatively, "Aren't you... dead?"
