Crown
Ryu remained unmoving. Even without the Origin Flame, Ryu was certain that he would have remembered every single aspect of her final moments. He knew well that she had greatly shortened her time remaining by granting him such a display, it was all too valuable to put into words.
When Ryu opened his eyes once more, he had greatly calmed.
With a step, he sunk into the lake of gold, his body being washed with some of the purest energy he had ever felt.
Soon, he sank all the way to the bottom, finding himself strolling amongst a host of treasures, each seemingly more fantastical than the last. Breathing didn't even seem to be a problem in this ethereal sort of water that sometimes acted far more like air than it did liquid.