Zafron's eyes narrowed, his jaw set with determination. "We will both pass through. Whatever the cost. I'm not leaving her behind," he declared to the guardian, "I'll face it,"
The guardian nodded, its goat-like features impassive. "Very well then, your final trial shall soon commence. Know this however, only one shall cross the gate unless you defeat your fear,". In a blink, the towering figure vanished, leaving Zafron and Thera alone in the vast whiteness of the plane. For a moment, all was still.
'Only one can cross over, meaning that if we don't beat whatever we are about to face, then there was still the chance that one of us could cross over,' Zafron felt hope from this statement but then it suddenly came to him.
'No! Whatever it is, we will beat it and we will make it to the other side!' he resolved.
