"The Key of the Door... But what does this sorcery have to do with the story of God?"
The voice beside Shard didn't answer him; instead, a dense white fog had appeared behind him.
The singing of the three witches did not stop. They stood by the bonfire, watching the Outlander slowly getting engulfed by the white fog. Everyone's eyes seemed to be glowing, and they offered Shard their sincere blessings:
"Traveler from afar, may the winds that blow across the world always carry your presence."
"Man of the future, may you always see the sunrise whenever the sun ascends."
"Unexpected guest, may time always be with you, and may Silvermoon forever watch over you."
Amidst the music and singing, the white fog swallowed Shard. He had left, but the voices of the witches seemed to cross through the forest, through the river of time, as if their singing still echoed in his ears even though Shard had already arrived at Saint Delan Square.
"Meow?"