"Ah!"
Alastor gasped sharply.
He could not believe what he saw. No, more like, he could not remember everything he saw that made him react like this.
His stomach churned, and his head was pounding. Alastor shakily stood up and ran to the bathroom.
Something like this was too much. He curled up and emptied his stomach, letting out a loud, choked cough now and then.
'What happened there…'
Alastor wondered as he slid down to the floor and hugged himself. Only then did he notice that he was again in his younger body. The space around him was the Radian's Mansion.
'This is weird,' Alastor gulped, trying to suppress the unexplainable disgust that was etched to his throat.
'Why am I here again? I am sure I failed. I remember-'
[Correct. You have failed once.]
The Moon Enchanter spoke to him with a mechanical voice, making Alastor unconsciously blurt out a question.
"Why are you dead today?"