Both guards drop, defeated. You raise your brows at Ignix and she scowls. “This is why we cannot even attempt opening those doors,” she says. “It got into your head and made you think it’s feasible, but it’s a trap! It made you feel special just so that it can use you.” You hang your head, the words cutting deep.
“The Gate was built with stone from both worlds. It needs someone like you, someone capable… but Corrupted. Someone to break the ritual. We came to replace the seals blocking the Chained One’s influence on our world. It cannot be allowed to cross again.”