Just a few seconds—and Allen was out.
Out of the Underworld.
Into another.
Earth.
His very own place of birth.
Luckily, it was around midnight. No one wanted to see a completely naked boy walking the streets in broad daylight.
Here, the shift was singularly noticeable from the air, judged by the cooling wind.
The black mist of the dimensional portal vanished behind Allen as he stood somewhere along the Oakwood District in the United States—where he once lived before Tamara changed his life without asking.
In his arms, he still held Natasha's soul, gently and firmly, as if terrified of losing her a second time.
The distant sounds of car horns could still be heard even at the our of the day it was still onow to be a busy town.
Out of all the things he he'd leave in this world right now wind was far more embracing than the blistering heat the Underworld had offered.
