William found himself staring at a giant gate with a white skull at its center. Beyond the gate was the throne room where the God that ruled over the Underworld was waiting for him.
"Please, enter," the black-haired lady politely bowed to William. "This is as far as I go. I bid you a good day."
Without another word, the black-haired lady walked away without a backward glance. Her role was complete, and it was now time for her to attend to her other duties that required her immediate attention.
William took a step forward and pressed his hands over the gate, pushing it open. He didn't exert a lot of strength, and only opened a gap wide enough for him to enter.
"You've kept me waiting, Half-Elf."
A cold voice, that didn't bear a single trace of warmth, reached William's ears as soon as he stepped inside the throne room.
William didn't reply and walked forward. His steps were steady as he made his way towards the giant throne where a figure draped in a black robe sat.
