The Guider I

The Elder crawls away from the battlefield, his hand clawed the scorched ground. He had a specific destination even as death is nearing him

  As he crawls over the body of his friends and the Darkly Things, blood drips from all of his wound. 

He come to the altar and look at the altar. He looks at the stars above and he could see one of the star twinkle.

He believes that it is just his illusion. But even illusion sometimes has meaning. The wind blows around him, bringing him the feeling of the coldness of death.

He knew his time is near. At least before he embarks in the last journey of his life, he wanted to be close to the altar that he had protected for almost all of his life

he smiles as he saw the empty altar.

'That thing is not ours. Since it is not ours, I should not have been that obsessive' This is the thought he had at the end of his life