"He featured In all genres and his works dealt heavily with psychology, philosophy and both weapon and architectural infrastructure..." Nael continued, "but suddenly, he stopped releasing any new books."
"Was that when he died?" Erenea asked.
"No one knows." Nael said.
Solomon stood up and walked towards the door. "It wasn't." He said before walking out.
Nael looked puzzled, but all of them thought it'd be best to just keep silent and follow Solomon.
They walked down the golden hall with the giant tree at it's centre. Slowly spiralling down the stairs to the ground floor.
There was a silence, then Solomon spoke. "Nael, what was the last book of Levero Gavstadi."
"It was a romance story called 'The Tales of Time'. It was released 13th B.D.T. " Nael replied.
"Wrong."
"Huh? No, I'm not!"
"The last book he ever wrote was a single copy. Released on the 1st B.D.T. " Solomon said, smiling as he walked. The golden light of the tree radiated brightly on his back. "The Book was seized and taken directly to the 5 Kings at the time. They gathered together to read the book but try as they might. They could never get past the first page."
...silence.
"Why was that?" Nael asked.
"Why do you think?" Solomon asked, turning back with a wide grin.
....
"Time...?" Erenea suggested softly a serious look on his face.
"Oh? Why do you think that?" Solomon asked as he turned to Erenea.
"...if you take into account all the stories you hear of Father Time, it might be possible." Erenea said.
"But that doesn't mean it couldn't be something else. Because if it were true that Father Time had involvement with Levero, then that would mean..." Neal contested.
"Death." Nael said as if declaring judgement.
..........
"Unlike the other Casualties, Father Time was a human, and any involvement with him would lead to a straight death sentence." Solomon said as he kept going lower.
"But..." Neal, agitated, turned to her sister, who looked emotionless. "There was no proof."
"For the Kings that was proof enough." Solomon said. His eyes began to shine like gold as he stared at the light gleaming down from the tree.
They were approaching the garden at the foot of the tree.