Desisting the distasteful sensation of placing his hand on the Claye Theuros Door, Paul gave a chilling gaze to the guarding man at its hidden side from a distance.
Knowing the shade it would take at his touch, Paul wished to avoid the unique treat of the ancient decoration.
A tiny and misty hue that mirrored his figure, devoid of colour and clear lines... It was surely not a pleasant sight to see when its space was so wide.
—... Paulos... Your seal... It makes me recall your uncle's. That's... truly a wonderful coincidence. —
The words of his Father were recalled.
'An uncle I have not met... Surely it's wonderful to share it with a stranger.'
The door had been opened by the time he arrived before it and entering the tall tower, he glanced insipidly at the abandoned place.
He commenced his way down, noticing the scholar mumblings, who certainly lost in his own thoughts, did not rise from his chair at his obvious arrival.
