(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

The exposed muscle and sinew beneath burned at the kiss of dry air. I held
the scrap in my hand and stared a moment. Its scarred, gray surface seemed
more like a zombie's hide; it feels more like a piece of cured leather than a
strip of skin.
With the same scalpel I pricked my index finger, and the many possible
regrets swam in my mind: what had happened to my companions, my
actions, my past, all the dire events that led up to this point...
“I regret the deaths I've caused, here and across the multiverse.”
Before the wound could heal I squeezed forth several drops of blood and
scrawled the regret onto the scrap of flesh. My rapid healing forced me to
stop often to re-open the cut on my finger and squeeze forth more blood.
Several moments later I finished, blood glistening on the scrap of skin... a
combination of flesh, blood, and regret.
As I watched the bloody regret dry, a wave of cold washed over me. I looked
up; the black pillars to either side of the arch were glowing softly, motes of
misty blue light drifting from their sides to form a shimmering curtain
between them. Beyond the curtain, I could barely make out a weathered
stone causeway leading into darkness.
I licked my lips.
"Everybody ready?"
Nordom clicked, crossbows twirling in his hands. "Query: Received.
Response: Nordom is readied and waited. Awaiting to profess further
directives."
"Actually, it's 'process'... never mind. Fall-From-Grace?"
"I have come this far, and it would be rude of me to retire before the final
hour." She smiled slightly. "Even if you were to ask politely, I would not
permit it."
"It seems I have no choice, then... Annah?"
"I..." Annah shivered as another wave of cold emanated from the portal. "If
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