"No!"
Shard could not accept this outcome at all, braving the piercingly cold black wind, he approached the towering grey stone doors amidst the repetitive whispers and murmurs of countless deceased. At this moment, the golden ashen traces on his body really stretched out like flames towards his back. The power he felt was even stronger than facing a deity in Saint Form.
"What exactly is death itself?"
Standing before the gate, stepping on the final footprints of Priest Augustus, he looked up at the full view of the stone doors in the darkness. All clues stopped here, the Priest had crossed through these doors and gone to another world.
He stood there, pondering everything. Suddenly, he raised his hand and pressed it against the stone door in front of him. The icy, bone-chilling sensation gave him the illusion of falling into an abyss – he didn't need "her" guidance anymore, as Shard could feel for himself what lay beyond the door.
Beyond the door was "Termination".
