The crimson glow in the Upper First's eyes flickered faintly, his instability now impossible to hide, as he found himself standing before another door.
A gate vastly larger than all the previous ones.
A dark gate forged from black iron.
"I do not understand... where am I now?"
"Where did that light lead me?"
Crimson stepped forward ...
only to freeze in place as the gate trembled and a magnificent light spilled through its cracks.
Then, slowly...
it began opening before him, revealing what lay beyond.
Crimson had wondered the entire time—
what exactly was that light?
Who had sent it to him?
Who possessed the power to manipulate the doors of the maze within this continent no one understood?
Someone capable of separating him from the others so effortlessly?
His heart was uneasy.
Tense.
As though something was terribly wrong.
But he had no choice except to continue.
To face whatever awaited him.
And the gate opened.
Within it, a silhouette emerged amidst the light.
