The second door stood beside it in stark contrast.
Old wood, darkened with age. Simple in appearance compared to the overwhelming grandeur of the golden one.
Akira stared at them quietly.
He remembered Zaelek's words:
One door led toward heaven. The other toward rebirth.
But he was never told which one was which.
For a long while, Akira simply stood there in silence, staring at the two doors as an unfamiliar heaviness settled deep within his chest.
This was the end.
Strangely enough, after surviving all twenty-eight gates, this final choice was what truly frightened him.
His fingers curled slightly at his sides.
Although Zaelek had not yet told him, he had already guessed it. He knew that today, he wouldn't be the only one making a decision.
When he saw Zaelek's soul-reaping book burst into flames and disappear, the thought crossed his mind that perhaps the man's punishment was also over.
