Tian Lei watched it all unfold like a ghost.
Then—
A hand touched his shoulder.
He turned.
Behind him stood a radiant figure cloaked in gold. Feminine in shape, yet indistinct—as if carved from divine flame.
Where her face should be was only a blinding glow… but her presence calmed everything inside him.
His broken heart.
His fractured soul.
His fading will.
She spoke without words, her voice resonating in his mind like a celestial bell:
"Which path do you choose?"
Tian Lei tried to speak… but no sound came.
His lips trembled. His voice caught in his throat, heavy like stone. In front of him, the void shifted.
The golden figure raised a hand.
And three doors shimmered into being—each suspended in the nothingness of the soul realm, radiating with their own dreadful finality.
One was black—twisted and burning with crimson runes, leaking tendrils of rage, betrayal, and bone-deep pain.
One was silver—cold and perfect, glowing with serene detachment, a path of erasure.
