It took Vyers a moment to notice the change in Timon, as he was more occupied with looking around at the strange place they had just entered. The darkened landscape held a slightly sinister air, though far from an evil one. Then again, perhaps sinister wasn't quite the word. It was one more of... mischief, he supposed, and the looming, gnarled trees against the moonlit sky gave the world a familiar--though not too much so--feel to the Netherworld, at least moreso than all the other worlds he had seen in this place.

Ah, but he was becoming homesick...

As Riku cried out, Vyers' attention moved back to the others, suddenly noticing the majority's change with considerable surprise. Was it this world that had done this? He could only stammer out a confused and questioning "Eh?" while glancing down at himself to see if any change had come over him as well.

Nothing had, which was a little confusing (was it because he was already a demon?), but the glance served to finally bring his attention to Timon who looked...

Vyers honestly had no idea what to make of it.