Strong and Worthy

Adam sat on a dark leather couch in front of the fireplace in his dorm room, blankly staring at the firewood burning.

In one hand, he held a goblet of wine. On the other was a blood-stained white cloth that he used every now and then to wipe his bloody tears.

The sound of the fire crackling was soothing, and the warmth it provided was peaceful. Despite the external comfort, however, the youth's mind was in a mess.

Although barely a minute had passed in the material world, several hours had passed in the Spirit World—the time dilation was something that he still found shocking no matter how many times he traversed between the two planes.

In those several hours, a lot of things had happened that the youth still couldn't come to terms with.

The number one question that plagued his mind was the identity of the butterfly.

Adam absentmindedly swirled the wine in his goblet, his eyes focusing in and out as he stared at the burning fire in a daze.