The imposing door loomed over the crowd. Unlike the barely restrained chaos of the last year, an orderly group now stood behind one man. His long emerald hair waved in the wind that blew around them.
The abyss and vibrant life halves of the door merged at the border but only opened for those with legacies or the 2 artifacts. Thus far, no pair with the artifacts were able to survive opening the door.
A potential Inheritor was not good enough alone it seemed.
Lind was no longer in his Clan robes. He was in simple gray robes as he was not going as a member of the Frey Clan but as himself. Abby and her sister were safely tucked away in his arms.
If he had not modified the sigils, they would have been killed as fuel to open the doorway. Fey had been fully transformed and his Dao tempering had pushed her further to be able to open it just for herself.
