After the black tree man fell, three arch-shaped black doors had also appeared slowly on the walls of the cathedral hall, as though black flames had burned through the paper surfaces, the sides of the black doors were all ashes, mingled with black and sparks.
Garen looked at the Testament in his hand, and strode towards one of the doors, no longer looking at the other two.
Going past the black door, he entered yet another cliff, surrounded by a limitless black abyss.
The cliff was in a huge deep blue hole, freezing winds blowing through the air, making it unnaturally cold.
Standing on the edge of the cliff, Garen looked down, only to see a sea of pitch-black, with the vague hint of a roiling black mist. He was all alone in here, and there was a thick layer of transparent ice on the stone walls.
