Kael walked towards a large gate, the red-robed guardian closely following behind him. Around them, there was nothing but darkness and tight cobblestone walls.
Fighting against the dark, there were lit torches spread across the stone, illuminating their path towards the gate.
Eventually, they reached the gate. Guarding it, two white-armoured knights could be seen, as tall as giants and bearing auras as sharp as the holiest of blades.
Kael nodded at the Guardian Knights, and they nodded back. He looked at the large silver-steel gate, so polished it reflected the sharp emerald light of his gaze back at him.
For some reason, Kael paused for a moment to observe his own reflection.
'…'
He shook his head, ignoring the strange thought that'd nearly arisen in his mind. He placed a palm onto the steel, then vanished, teleported into the place behind the gate.
The red-robed guardian didn't follow after him, though.
He simply remained standing in front of the gate, patiently waiting.
