Time flied until it was time for his game. He sat on his sofa, eating ice cream and watching TV. Wrath was still doing the thing where she freezes. So there was no pre-game talk between them. She didn't offer any advice, and he didn't ask for one or inform her of his plans.
His vision flashed once in a while to inform him that it was almost time. Ten minutes later, the whiteness that flashed in his vision became permanent. Everywhere he looked was white.
He knew he had appeared in the tower of destiny. Unlike the previous nine times, he didn't have to pick the number for his game now. He had already done that. So what was waiting for him was a tunnel.
The tunnel was white and it was swirling. It was like a tear in the world twisting against the resistance of the world in order to remain open.
The tunnel grew larger as it approached him. He could enter it willingly, or he could resist, and it would expand and engulf him.
