The lake's grievous sin was completely consumed by those white mists, each one heavier than the last, hiding the world's fury in its scarlet rooms and fog.
The ultimate decision concerns the Divine Lake and the white mists.
...It's all rather abstract, since Bai Yuan hasn't any proof of what kind of residual thoughts might linger.
Those angry states slipped into following the death of a dear friend... But Bai Yuan was also definitely in that mist.
Even without last words or seeing his family, knowing he'd die in that realm of death, Bai Yuan thought the same as Well, that it was all staged by him.
Bai Yuan was very strict when it came to him recognizing this boy as a friend, for a friend suffices until one is met but if not, then what's the point? Even if he had to sacrifice his life for a dear friend, it was a must.