Then, he tentatively embraced Emhardt in his arms, once again reaching out to place his hand on the Gate, but this time, he did not push the door but pulled it.
The Gate remained immensely heavy, making him doubt whether he was pulling a mountain rather than a door.
"Clack... clack... clack..."
But just as he was questioning reality, the Gate before his eyes miraculously began to tremble uncontrollably, being slowly pulled by Fisher out of the Trace left from dragging on the ground.
The Gate slowly opened, revealing before Fisher an infinitely deep space, as if leading to another fiery world.
The dense Death Authority's aura was all too familiar to Fisher, like an invisible, untouchable black gauze carrying heat rushing toward him, enveloping him within.
His body uncontrollably retreated into the Gate, soon being swallowed by the darkness within and disappearing from sight.
