[You pass through the field of ominous pikes—and find yourself standing before three gates.
To your left is a gate of ivory, polished to a shine so bright that it refracts a brilliant rainbow of chaotic light. To your right is a gate of twisting black horn, beautiful and unapologetically fierce-looking. Between them and a bit further back is a gate of pure white flame. Even from here you can feel the searing, purifying heat of it.
Which gate do you take? Each of you may choose separately, if you wish; you feel instinctively that, whatever the significance of this choice, if indeed it means anything at all, it has no bearing on your connection with your unit.]
PRE-ENDGAME
To your left is a gate of ivory, polished to a shine so bright that it refracts a brilliant rainbow of chaotic light.
To your right is a gate of twisting black horn, beautiful and unapologetically fierce-looking.
Between them and a bit further back is a gate of pure white flame. Even from here you can feel the searing, purifying heat of it.
Which gate do you take? Each of you may choose separately, if you wish; you feel instinctively that, whatever the significance of this choice, if indeed it means anything at all, it has no bearing on your connection with your unit. ]