With no fear or caution to hold White back, the only choice available was for him to step through the gate and complete the quest, nothing more.
And without wasting another second, he stepped quietly towards the black gate.
Arriving before it, he could feel the strange pull, and without being told, one of his fingers lengthened into a claw and sliced across his own wrist.
Blue blood poured down, but it never fell onto the ground, instead hovering forward towards the pitch-black gate.
The second it was absorbed into it, blue runic lines resembling cracks appeared all over the gate before, all at once, it shattered into pieces, and from the shattering, something ancient came to a standstill.
A simple dark vortex.
And this time, it wasn't spinning.
It simply stood there like a plate of darkness, yet the sight of it led the Queen to unconsciously take several steps back.
Not from fear, but from the feeling.
