Morgaine's Death?

'Is this it?'

'Finally, after so long.'

The thoughts echoed through Morgaine's pitch-dark world.

The feeling of coldness was starting to seep in—an aura she was familiar with, having been opened to it a couple hundred times now—started appearing within her.

But this time, its grasp was more solid on her than ever.

It was the Grasp of Death!

One which she had evaded more than hundreds of times. Now, finally, it was here, and somehow, it brought relief to her.

For the world had been dulled and lifeless ever since…

'Yes. It's him…'

Amidst the darkness, blue shattered crystals began appearing once more, a sight that had assaulted her every night.

And it revealed none other than a snow-white-haired figure.

One could say he was the one who had brought light into her world.

For how could she explain the fact that the world had dulled ever since the truth of her never seeing him again had settled in her.