I watched in awe as a soul both bright and dark at the same time emerged from the broken ring. I held by breath as it flew towards me nonchalantly. Was this it? Had I succeeded?
As soon as the soul touched my body, I felt something yank my consciousness away. I felt dizzy for a moment as my vision darkened. Once I could see again, I was staring at my own body. From the outside.
The body that once belonged to me moved without any input from me. He looked at his hands, then gently pushed a strand of loose hair aside. His gaze slowly turned on the destroyed Divine Pillar, then at Fetheion.
"Thank you, old friend." He spoke softly, a faint smile on his lips. "It's been such a long time, yet you persevered."
Fetheion's eyes glittered as he smiled. He placed his hand on his heard and bowed his head. "I'm humbled by your words."
The Keeper then turned to glance at Asher and the others. The players, who seemed frozen in shock and fear and confusion.
It's over.
...or is it?