"Why do you pity that child, when she is clearly an assassin?"
"Because she is avenging herself against a villain who trafficked her. In my eyes, they aren't father and daughter but a trafficker and an orphaned girl."
Durin stood by the gate, where each thing had its own inevitable end. What Durin needed to do was merely to take out an incense burner from the space, sprinkle some Holy Ash into the air, and then lead the way with incense oil.
The next second, the town before his eyes vanished, and Durin found himself in desolation.
Surrounding him were countless frozen shadows, whom Durin recognized—these people were the deceased in Durin's mind, declared guilty by the High Tower, and ultimately punished by Durin.
They howled and began to pounce on Durin as if tearing him apart would end their suffering.
Durin sighed and said to the approaching shadows, "My heart and my actions are as clear as a mirror."
