In a mysterious place full of warping darkness, a weakened voice of the first Elder Guardian suddenly sounded.
"Turtle wake up."
In his shaking pale white palms was a tiny little turtle. It slowly opened its small beady eyes and looked up. The turtle was Dash.
"Is...it time?" Dash asked with a hesitant voice.
The Elder Guardian warmly smiled. The proud and emotionless eyes are already gone from the gaze of the most powerful Guardian. His entire skin was covered in black rashes as if he was slowly being peeled away.
"Are..you really sure? Are you... not afraid? Of Death?" Dash asked again. An uncertain heart plagued his current tiny heart.
The Elder Guardian heaved deeply. His eyes gazed at the warping darkness that was currently surrounding them.
