'3… 2…1…'
Just as Vale had predicted, the misty door crept open on its own, and in it an ever-expanding black plane shone darkly against the white background. No matter how much Vale stared, he couldn't see a thing on the other side.
Vale was a little worried about leaving the dungeon behind once again to enter the unknown, but his Legion was strong enough to defend the place without him. The more pressing matter was whether he would ever return…
Vale gave a fleeting look to Six, the warrior who was to watch over him, and stepped inside.
Instantly, as he stepped inside, his senses were once again overridden, but they returned much quicker this time. When they returned, he once again found himself standing alone with an ornate table far off in the distance.
Vale squinted his eyes and looked at the seven colorful thrones, then began his saunter toward them. As he got closer and closer, he couldn't help but notice Wrath wasn't there yet… but someone else was.
