Apart from the rust that had fallen from the bronze door, there were still mottled cracks of the years, and there were countless cracks on it. Those fragmentary cracks were like the marks of a knife blade.

Who knows how long this gate has been standing here? Who knows the vicissitudes of life inside this gate?

The old city gate gives brothers a sad state of mind that they have never had before. They look at the old closed door in front of them, and the ghost servant on the other side touches the rusty door gently with his hands.

"After this gate, we will enter the city of darkness."...