The world spun around, as if the High Tower itself was shaking violently. Leaning against the wall, the familiar voices beside his ears disappeared one by one, and the familiar figures no longer appeared in the murals on the walls. It seemed like many, many years, yet it also felt like just a few minutes. Leaning against the wall as he moved forward, Shard finally saw the firelight appearing further up the spiraling stone steps; he knew he had finally arrived.
Whether the interrogations were what he truly thought or if something was really simulating their voices, Shard no longer wished to ponder. If he had faced such a problem a few weeks ago, he might have truly faltered here. But now he understood his own thoughts and acknowledged his own baseness and greed. Since he had already done something wrong, he would spend his life making up for it, just like he promised Lecia in the inn yesterday afternoon.
