"Modir's Travels" lay quietly atop the stone pillar. Apart from its title, there were no other decorations on its dark cover. Night Lady's gaze descended from the clouds, lingering on the book, which could be described as a speck of dust compared to her immense form. After a long while, she softly broke the silence. "...Ah, he has finally grown quiet. After all these years... I'm still not used to it."
"Modir knew this day would come when he set out from Northport," Gawain said at last. "We warned him that directly coming into contact with his 'other half' would very likely break his current fragile state of equilibrium..."
"Yes, Verde knew as well. But the Great Adventurer did not wish for his journey to remain forever stalled at its final step," Night Lady said slowly. "A journey should have a beginning and an end; an adventure should have a head and a tail. He set out six hundred years ago, hoping for the day he would reach his destination after all his adventures... I am happy for him, because he witnessed many sights along the way, and that was what he wanted most."
Amber looked up at Gawain, then at Night Lady upon her throne. She held it in for several seconds before helplessly spreading her hands. "Everything you said makes sense, but we still need to figure out how to explain this to Victoria. Her ancestor is gone..."
"Victoria probably anticipated it too," Gawain said, shaking his head thoughtfully. "They have already said their goodbyes. I think she will understand Modir's choice. As for us... we should be glad that Modir finally got what he wished for."
After saying that, he turned his gaze toward the ancient god before him. Everything he had experienced in the illusion remained