Yu stood in nothingness. A vast black expanse, without horizon, without ground—and yet he stood firm, his boots resting as if on invisible stone. His Incubus form had returned in full: white devil wings stretched high, their membranes whispering faintly with each subtle motion, his tail flicking in quiet agitation, horns sharp and proud. His long white hair drifted weightless, as though even here some unseen current stirred it.
It was familiar, the emptiness. Comfortable, even. A space where nothing existed but himself.
Then the lilac glow bloomed before him—DK01's square screen pulsing softly in the void.
DK01 materialized in front of him in a shimmer of static.
It stared.
And stared.
Then finally managed, in a tone that sounded dangerously close to bewildered.
"…You… you're still an Incubus?"
Yu blinked at it.
"Of course I am. Why would I look like anything else?"
DK01's screen flickered.
