[Amon's POV]
This darkness has lasted far too long.
I had almost lost count of how many years I've spent in this place. Maybe it even began to rival how long I had spent when I was first tossed into a completely dark realm.
It was a pity I couldn't escape. But the thought of Clementine waiting back there for me was more than enough to keep me going. For one, I didn't have to worry about our safety, since I had Morr to pull us both out of the Demon Realm if things went south.
I continued to just laze around and hum to myself for countless more days or weeks, until finally, I felt something or someone pulling me back.
It was as if I had just woken up from a very, very long sleep. I could tell that much from how long my beard felt. Could it have been weeks? Months, maybe?
However long it was, I didn't feel it nearly as much as I expected it to. Perhaps that was because it's not my first time.
