Thirty-six skeletons line each wall to the end of the tunnel. After reaching the last two skeletons we can finally see what lays at the end.
Standing tall before us is an enormous door emanating a terrifying pressure. The gate made of black metal has numerous magical symbols engraved into it. Numerous large chains strung across the front seem to restrain the gate from opening fully. Two skeletons half as large as the door stand holding the bars with which one would open the gate.
I remain stunned in front of the gate due to it's domineering size and pressure it releases. Venilia seems surprised as well, but probably for a different reason. I take another step past the two metallic skeletons further towards the gate. This step seemed to cause a change in atmosphere. Venilia shouts to stop me, but her voice disappears before it reaches me. Another step forward. I don't feel completely in control of my actions, but I don't feel like I'm being controlled either. As I approach the two skeletons in front of the gate seems to acknowledge my presence. Their eyes light up and they begin to pull the door open.
Slowly spreading out from the door's opening a baleful aura encroaches on the tunnel stopping at the metallic skeletons. The baleful aura wraps around my body causing me to break out into a cold sweat. I continue walking towards the dark door wading through the visible aura. Venilia continues to call out, but both her voice and body were blocked by an invisible wall.
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A burning sensation invades my right hand as the symbol of contract glows a dark red further leading me towards the entrance of the door. The violet aura begins to follow me back through the doorway returning to wherever it came from. The seemingly ancient door closes behind me.
With the massive door closed and her summoner gone Venilia vanishes as well returning to her home in the sea.
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Various winged shadows soar through the vermilion sky. Serpentine dragons with three or four clawed hand move along the wind. Wyverns flap their wings tirelessly. Birds of varied sizes move in packs or solo.
A thin youth walks out of nothing and appears under these beautiful vermilion skies. Their eyes seem rather empty at first, but slowly regain their awareness. Surprise shows clearly on their face. A dark red encapsulates them before forming a light type armor and scythe. The youth embarks from their location walking over the vast expanse of blue green grass heading to unknown adventures.
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Volume One (Equivalent) End