The figure glanced back to Lucifer, still not properly visible.
At the same time, the dream world kept falling apart slowly. Just before the dream world was entirely destroyed, Lucifer managed to see the emotionless eyes of the figure. Any other features of it weren't visible to him because of the strange mist.
The deep eyes seemed a bit similar to his yet quite different. Seeing them, Lucifer felt somewhat strange. He didn't know what it was about those eyes, but they made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
Fortunately, he didn't have to look at those eyes since the dream world broke apart. Lucifer's consciousness was tossed out of the dream world.
In the real world, he regained his consciousness. He slowly opened his eyes, feeling a bit heavy. He felt like there was. Something heavy on his head.
He raised his right hand and touched the thing which was lying on his forehead, picking it up.
