Ephraim had passed through the crowd of Patriargë. The place was filled with infrastructures similar to the Achaemenid style in Parsian, which lasted up until the third century BCE in Persia. The entirety was akin to the images of Persepolis in Iranian history, but the buildings in Patriargë were more defined and had their designs that are distinctively unique and were never seen before in Ephraim's eyes.
Ephraim looked around the crowd, searching for the boy who had tugged his sleeves. Earlier, he was fixated with the beauty of the country he had forgotten their real purpose. They weren't here to sightsee. There are still matters that are left unaddressed, and Ephraim ought to take them seriously. He wasn't a tourist here. He was here to find answers and to accomplish the task that was left by their savior.
The problem is that he had forgotten all of it. And Ephraim wasn't the type to simply forget.
