Not much had changed in two years; just some buildings had changed color into green because of the new fashion, except the area was exactly as he remembered it.
Ray stepped into the tower from the front door; apparently after his death, the military took control of all of his wealth and turned his tower into a research center for magical crystals. The money didn't matter any longer to him, but the tower was different; that was the only location on earth that he called home; the idea of someone else owning it was unimaginable.
Less than ten minutes had passed since his return, and his first goal was to tell the world that he returned and what better way to take back his biggest property?
Around him people were in suits or military uniforms; everyone stared at him like he came from another world. He had worn a simple black robe, and with golden eyes and a blue, he seemed so out of place.
