Yami opens the gate.
Two golden, oversized wings of a massive door slowly open and grant access to a path filled by bright, white light. A strong gust of wind blows, tearing at the boys hair and clothes, almost drawing him in. He rises from the spellbinding circle, marvelling with awe at the pathway that unfolded before him. What will await him once he marched through? Does the portal lead him to his destination? And... - he gulped - would he be able to return...?
The King of Games tried to regain his resolve.
No.
He knew where he wanted to go. He knew what he hoped to find there. He wanted to help a friend in need and this was the only way. If his own strength was not enough, he simply had to find someone stronger. Even if it was someone from another time.
There was no choice.
And she was relying on him.
No turning back now.
The duelist rose his head and began to step forward. While approaching the entrance his body gradually mingled with the white mist until it entirely swallowed his shape.
Only silence remained after the rumbling door behind him fell closed.