Elias turned the key over in his hands, watching it shimmer in the dim light.

  Elias asked cautiously " is this what we were there for, I thought it was dolos. Are you sure you didn't get tricked instead "

  Sera nodded not saying anything else

  His fingers curled around it, grip tightening. He felt the keys weight increase. For something so small, it felt heavy. Not physically—but in the way that things meant to change everything, kinda increased in weight, this key wasn’t just metal. It was the culmination of everything to him, it was the start of his journey.

  The lies. The games. The Pawn Shops. The cycles. And everything else. He would unravel all starting with this key

  “Alright,” he muttered. “No more distractions. How do I use this. Tell me so Ethat we can start this.”

  Sera stood beside him, her gaze unreadable." Let your thought and desired flow into it, let it take form, this key will be your answers to them"

  Elias felt it.

  But there was no time to dwell on that.

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  They had what they needed.

  And now—

  It was time to use it.

  A door stood before them, well to be specific in front of elias.

  An ancient looking Doo door.

  Elias had done has sera instructed, then this door appeared, poof!!, it's seems like mythical stuffs and people loved to pop out of no where, he should jot that down.

  Maybe even write a book on this, titled "uncreative mythicized beings." It would be a seller

  Jokes aside it was finally here... The literally door....hmm.n..key?? to his answer.

  It was massive—yet somehow subtle, blending into the world like it had always been there, just out of reach.

  Made of something older than stone, older than gods, it pulsed faintly. The carvings across its surface shifted, never settling into a single pattern, like they were waiting for something to be decided.

  The key in Elias’ hand grew warm, reacting to its presence.

  Sera exhaled, arms crossed. “So. This is it.”

  Elias swallowed, the dry lump in his throat, feeling a bitensed. “I guess so.”

  She glanced at him. “You sure about this?”

  Elias let out a slow breath. “No.” He looked at her. “But I’m doing it anyway.”

  Sera watched him for a long moment.

  Then—

  She nodded. “Then let’s enter."

  Elias stepped forward.

  The moment he did, the air around the door shifted.

  The carvings moved faster, flickering through a thousand symbols, as if trying to recognize him.

  The key in his grip burned hot, pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

  This was it.

  He lifted his hand.

  The key slid into place like it had always belonged there.

  The world held still.

  Not just the space around them—everything.

  Like reality itself had paused, watching, waiting.

  Then—

  The lock clicked.

  A deep, resonant pulse rippled outward.

  The air shook. The ground quivered.

  Not like an earthquake—like a concept unraveling and reassembling at the same time.

  Elias sucked in a sharp breath, his entire being vibrating with an unfamiliar sensation.

  Something inside him shifted—not his body, but something deeper.

  A puzzle piece snapping into place.

  The carvings on the door flared, locking into a final shape—one Elias didn’t recognize, but somehow understood.

  And then—

  The door opened.

  Light didn’t pour out—it dragged them in.

  A rush of golden energy swallowed them whole, reality twisting, space bending, and—

  Elias fell forward, the ground beneath his feet gone.

  And as he plunged into the unknown, A thought echoed in his mind—

  Nothing would ever be the same again.