Fear of death was something Ego had long forgotten. To him, death would have been a luxury he was never rich enough to afford. No matter how many has he turned against him. No matter how many has he provoked to end his miserable life. But here; here it felt so intense. It was the most real thing he could feel in this world fabricated by his own subconsciousness. He ran across the landscape towards the Temple - whispers beckoning him to approach. A gate stood between him and his destination. Made of twisted metal and creaking with every move forced upon itself by the wind blowing through the holes, until one last whispered forced them wide open.
Ego was exhausted. His breath running out as the faceless figures were closing in. With one last leap he managed to pass the gates, falling on the ground with a loud thud and dust rising from the decaying dirt. He wasn't followed, however. They just stood there, chattering their bones as they retreated in the cloud of dust.
The gates had closed and the whispers who brought the man here had gone quiet. There was only the howling wind, building up an eerie atmosphere Ego could not ignore now. He was left speechless in front of the Temple with no other goal but to advance. If there ever was a point in which he could have turned back and left this world, he missed it.
The doors opened inwards giving no clear image of what would lie within, only pitch black darkness despite the two suns shining bright on the horizon, soaking the structure with their light. One sun was always moving, the other was not. Ego looked back and it felt as if someone stared back patiently, waiting for something to happen. His eyes turned back to the Temple. Each step taken towards it made his heart beat faster and faster. A fear of the unknown crept up on him, because he didn't know what lied ahead. Faking bravery had gotten the fractured mercenary so far. Tricks such as these were of no use in a world where few things made sense. With little steps and a wary attitude, he fully opened the doors with both hands. Light did not bass the entry to the Temple.
With gritted teeth and a gun in hand, Ego stepped into the dark. Losing himself in the nothingness lying ahead.