"So, at last, the day has come," Magnus murmured, with a hint of deep sadness.
Azrael simply waited in silence, while the World Tree—in the form of a green-haired elf—merely nodded slightly.
They knew perfectly well what the descent of their true bodies to this plane meant. They knew that the moment the World Tree touched the gates of the realm, there would be no turning back: from that instant on, none of the three would emerge alive.
