Amadan returned to the Inn. He saw Aria’s twin, the Knight of Roses, and her roses alongside her. Behind Amadan was Aria, the Song Maiden, she pushed on him. Sula took a long inquisitive look and had that smile on hers. “Ah, brother, have you finally put it in?”

Amadan paused with arched brows. “What are you even talking about?”

“Oh,” Sula shook her head. “Could it be that you have not done anything? I am disappointed, come, I shall remove the bond of blood. I shall not have a spineless and limp blood-brother.”

“We have a truce,” Aria said. “We are fine now.”

“Yes, we are,” Amadan replied. “We’ve made peace for a common goal.”

“Is that true, Sister?” The Knight of Roses said. She fixed her eyes on Amadan. “Ah, I see, you really do differ from him, odd, he was rather vigorous while you don’t have that overwhelming sense.”

“Sister,” Aria said. “I told you that was it.”

Amadan had realized the composition of his body. He thought that the body that the main fragment had differed. It was like metal that has been tempered and a metal that had been not. Amadan took a seat next to Aria. The voices in his head were screaming, but he chooses to ignore them. He had to focus on the current goal. He wanted to save the world, and help Aria return the child of the burnt woman to her. That line thought of helped Amadan cope in helping Aria. He knew who this Aria was, and he had been sure that this was the Ciara that he knew. The Ciara that was like a calm wind in the storm, never furious, and was like a silent flowing river. Was he too blind to see the burnt woman? Compared to Aria, the Burnt woman was malignant, fury personified that bad bottled up.

“So you want to find the tower,” he went straight to the point.

“Yes,” Ari nodded. “There are rumors that the tower is located right around this desert. As you can see from the adventurers that we aren’t the only one who thought of this.”

Amadan fixed his gaze on the Inn. Adventurers were discussing, using maps, and drinking their bill. The counter was filled with people asking questions.

“Looks like they want the treasure,” Amadan said. “So what’s stopping them from entering the tower?”

“The entrance is a hazy door,” she placed a gloved hand on the table. “Some had found the entrance, but these entrances are immaterial, like smokes that one does not easily pass. It was impossible to enter the entrances of clouds. Not to mention that when these entrances appear, monsters of obscene strength takes the adventurers on.”

“That doesn’t stop them from trying.”

“Adventures don’t give up!”

The inn shook at the monstrous roar that happened again. Such an event had been going on for days now, and he had gotten used to the sorrowful cry of the burnt woman. The burnt woman had been fighting the Eon-Father since that day, and each battle changed the weather. There were days where the climate was too hot and days where it was too cold.

Even the desert had been too muddy or too sandy. Those who could teleport out of the city had been valuable, and their services cost a lot of penny. Some had the artifacts and the strength to cross the desert while some had to stay behind.

“So how we find this door,” Amadan asked.

“We find where the tower beasts are spawn and enter it.” Ari pointed. “However, I’ve heard rumors that there was a pair that had entered one of the doors. They were strong and they entered the doors so easily.”

“Did you catch their name?”

“No, but they are strong. One was like a ghost, and the other was a volcano of energy. I’ve witnessed who saw them kill a horde of these beastly creatures as if they know where to hit them. We’ve seen them take down these enemies with precision, and enter the door when they found it. They had must have done something that had allowed them to enter the doors without being stopped.”

Amadan folded his arms. “We have to start somewhere.”

One of the Knights of Roses stood and placed a map. “Here are the sightings of the doors. I believe that these areas are on a cycle. And if we are right then these places would have one of the doors.”

The maps showed three circles that represent the areas where the door might appear. “What door has recently appeared?”

“Here,” the Knight pointed to the eastern part of the map. “The next gate should appear here.”

“So that’s our destination, and we should see what this door does,” Amadan sat closed to Aria, and whispered, “I think this is the tower of nimrod, do you know of it?”

She nodded, and whispered back, “I do, I’ve seen memories of it. Do you think that you can enter?”

“I think we can,” Amadan said.

“What are you two whispering about?” Sula asked. “Do not talk so closely or we may not hear you. Or are these lewd words that contain such spiciness?”

“You are strange,” Aria said firmly.

“Yes, I am,” Sula answered. “I may ask you questions regarding how you’ve met with my blood-brother?”

“Blood-brother?” She turned, her inquisitive eyes set on him. “If I recall from your customs, only those who have failed to seduce their chosen partners would turn them into their brothers.”

“Yes, sadly,” Sula fixed gaze on Amadan. “Brother has no interest in such bodies if he had tasted such a beautiful one.”

Her lascivious gaze scanned Aria. Aria folded her arms and nodded. “Hmm, well, he isn’t as lecherous as you think he is.”

“Girls,” Amadan pleaded. “Can we get back to the topic, please?”

Aria smiled, and Sula nodded. Amadan turned his eyes back to the map. If these were beasts coming from the gates, and if his gut feeling was right that it was the tower of nimrod. He wondered to himself if those two who entered the tower of nimrod was them.