Chiffon’s Choices [Part 1]
"Did you sense it?"
"I understand, I will proceed right away to the Tower of Babylon."
An old man placed both of his hands behind his back as he regarded his Disciple. William had chosen the black box that he had tossed inside the Vault of the Vanished Warlord, so he needed his Disciple to go to the Tower as soon as they were able to.
"Make haste, you still need to teach him the things he has to know before he leaves the tower."
"I will do my best."
"I know." the old man nodded his head. "You always do your best."
After saying those words, his connection with his Disciple disappeared. He glanced at the Half-Elf that was currently looking at the Seven Tablets of Creation with a serious expression. The old man didn't know what the future held, but he was certain of one thing.
The time when the world would be covered in darkness, drew near with each passing day.
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"Big Brother, where are we going?" Chiffon asked.