"Priest, rest assured, I won't be in any trouble; you should leave first. Oh, one more thing, I've left many empty bottles outside the door. Could you leave so of your blood in one of them?"
Shard had not originally planned to use the blood of anyone from his group, as everyone had their own story, but none seed "special" enough. However, the Priest was different—once he crossed that door, he had essentially leaped between death and life, and Shard thought such blood might be useful.
The Old Cleric was puzzled, but nodded anyway:
"Alright, that's easy."
He turned and left, and Shard, clutching the charred black feather, gazed at Silvermoon and heard the heavy sound of the stone door being pushed open behind him. The Priest indeed had a way to repeatedly leap through death, and by the ti Shard turned around, the door had already closed.
This ant Shard had to figure out how to leave death on his own.
"Are you sure I can leave?"
He couldn't help but ask again:
"It would be rather ridiculous if I saved the Priest but ended up staying behind myself."
[Yes, and you don't need to use divinity.]
Shard touched the stone door, then tried the "Key of the Door." The Arcane Technique could indeed be used, but trying to turn his hand to open the "lock" was like wrestling with the entire world.
But no matter, he now knew for sure that the "Key of the Door" worked on this door, and he knew exactly what he had to do.
Regarding the seal that was to follow, he now had only the last drop of divinity left—absolutely not to be spent on sealing this door, otherwise, he'd lose his Divine Afterglow State and couldn't even return to the mansion at the foot of the mountain through the Interstice of Life and Death.
He wanted to use an Arcane Technique to seal the door, and coincidentally, he did possess an Arcane Technique suitable for sealing.
Looking at the feather in his hand:
"Whisper Elent, indeed, the Priest's wings and the power of death, both ca from that Unclassified Level Relic that went out of control in his youth in Tobesk. So, Priest Augustus isn't really the third Chosen One?"
He clutched the feather and looked towards the low black sky, while behind him the Ring of Fate silently appeared amidst the scorching Steam Mist. Ten Spirit Runes of four types faced the distant huge half-moon of Silvermoon, quietly emanating Spiritual Light towards the dark world.
As the Ring of Fate appeared, the shadowy spirits flitting over the water seed to halt their steps.
The world of the deceased seed to co to a complete standstill at that mont, but Shard, who had already closed his eyes, didn't witness this:
"Kiss of the Tree."
The white spirits did not turn to gaze at the only living being within death but rather looked towards the distant silver moon.
That moon slowly rose from the farthest part of the water, the half-moon becoming a full Silvermoon in the sky above the water, and then it gradually slid up into the dark sky, set against the low canopy.
The white shadows standing on the surface of the water looked up at the sky, shimring with light—it was unclear whether this was a reflection of the Silvermoon or a reflection of the spirits themselves. anwhile, by Shard's side, the wind rustled the treetops, and the red-gold fire crackled in front of the stone door.
The great tree stood above the stone door, its roots firmly entwined and restraining the door, with branches seeming to pierce through the entire sky. These branches stretched out towards the black calm surface of the water, even death could not cause the branches to wither.
However, the power of the Maze Lock "Kiss of the Tree" was still severely limited; the Forest of Thousand Trees did not appear, only that group of fire and the huge tree did. The range of the Maze Lock was confined to the mudflats in front of the door, it did not spread to the water representing the path of departure, nor did it alter the stone door.
Shard took a deep breath, placing the feather in his hand on his chest. Then, he stood beneath the tree, like all the spirits on the water, looking up at the silver moon in the diagonal starry sky.
Moonlight filtered through the tree canopy, illuminating Shard's face, the Nether Moon reflected in his pupils. The black feather lted into his chest, and his heart completely stopped beating at that mont, a familiar icy sensation spreading throughout his body. Standing amidst true death, gazing at the moon that guided death, he vividly felt his arrival in this world, the sensation of his final monts in his holand:
"So, I truly had died before..."
Black Iron Spiritual Light gathered on the swiftly rotating Ring of Fate, unseen phosphorescence flew from the calm black water, even the moonlight seed to converge above the Ring of Fate.
[Crossing the Interstice of Life and Death, stepping through the Gate of Death, you truly entered death. This is the place closest to The End, the final resting place of all souls.]
"You gazed upon the end of death, pushed open the Gate of Death, and touched the power of the Prival Angel - Jackal..."
"Hmm?"
"...You heard a 'Whisper' from death."
The Ring of Fate turned, not just amassing the glimr of Black Iron Whisper, but even the surrounding darkness kept pouring into the Ring. Shard believed no one had ever truly touched death in true death.
Outlander, you have engraved the Black Iron Whisper Spirit Rune - True Death.
Although it is not the more broadly applicable Spirit Rune of "Death
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