"Priest, please rest assured. I'll be fine. Leave first. Oh, and one more thing—I left a lot of empty bottles outside the door. Could you leave some of your blood in one of them?"
Shade had not originally intended to use the blood of anyone in the group. Everyone had their own stories, but none of those stories seemed special enough. The priest was different. Once he crossed that door, it was as though he had jumped back and forth between death and life once. Shade felt that such blood would be useful as well.
Though puzzled, the Old Priest still nodded.
"Alright, that's easy."
He turned and left. Shade held the charred black feather as he looked at the Silver Moon, hearing the heavy sound of the stone door being pushed open behind him. The priest truly had a way to repeatedly leap through death, and by the time Shade turned around, the door had already closed.
In other words, Shade still had to find a way out of death himself.
"Are you sure I can leave?"
He could not help asking again.
"If I save the priest but end up staying behind myself, that would be rather ridiculous."
Certain. And there is no need to use divinity.
Shade reached for the stone door and then tried the Door Key. The Thaumaturgy could indeed be used, but turning his hand to unlock the "lock" felt like wrestling against the entire world.
But that was fine. Having confirmed that the Door Key worked on this door as well, he understood exactly what he needed to do.
As for the seal that came next, he had only one last drop of divinity left. He absolutely could not spend it sealing this door, or he would not even be able to maintain