Epilogue

An indescribable time spent in the void of his own consciousness was spent before he suddenly parted his eyelids. His eyes met with the somber, dark-brown ceiling of wood above him, feeling the sensation of cushion under his body.

"Is this Heaven? Hell?"

"It's my room."

The familiar, soothing yet skin-crawling voice met his right ear, nearly causing him to have a heart attack at the sudden presence of another entity.

"--Beatrice? What happened?"

As he sat up on the bed that inhibited softness comparable to the fluffy clouds in the sky, he let out a sharp breath as his head throbbed, reverberating the aching pain that felt as if a nail had been slammed into his head with a hammer.

"Wait, I was-- I was fighting that thing, where's Iris? Is she okay?"

"I'd worry more about yourself."

Beatrice's calm words in conjunction with her stellar optics lowered to his body caused him to look down.