Continuing to walk forward, the golden glimmer emanating from Shard grew ever brighter, expanding to places beyond his sight.
"She" softly whispered to Shard in the wind:
[Are you ready?]
"Of course."
Shard squinted his eyes, gazing at the terrifying figure approaching from the distance, through the self-dividing dense forest, and quietly thought to himself:
"I am you."
"She" laughed; though she always liked to softly chuckle by Shard's ear, each laugh seemed to become Shard's new favorite:
[Outlander, you are who you are.]
Shard closed his eyes.
Ding!
The witches, their gazes lowered, involuntarily shifted uniformly from the ground upwards to the sky, seeing what was hanging upside down in the skies above the Randall Valley — a star river and three bright moons crossing the sky. That holy silver light poured down from the largest Silvermoon, and it was at this moment that everyone realized there seemed to be a figure within that Silvermoon.
