The moment the final panel faded, Michael didn't linger long in the void.
He only spared the notifications a brief glance before moving immediately. With a thought, he recalled his undead. One after another their presences vanished from the grey fog. But Michael didn't stop there. He also cleared traces of his presence in the void.
He didn't do this for any particularly deep reason. It was more like instinctively wiping down a table after a meal.
After clearing any traces of himself and his undead from that layer, Michael didn't stay any longer. With a single step, space distorted around him and in the next moment he was gone.
Back in the material world, inside his home, Michael reappeared quietly in the living room. The shift between realms was smooth. Lily and Aunt Mia were still asleep, though he expected them to wake soon since dawn was only a few hours away. The house was silent and unchanged, as if the chaos of the past few days had never reached this place.
