The sandstorm continued, shaking every inch of the Tower powerfully, but the sentinel stood strong, unfazed, withstanding the mighty force that was crashing against it.
Terence sat cross-legged at the base of the Tower where she woke up, a deep frown etched on her face, and her eyes were closed.
While Helena and Raven continued to read whatever they could, going from room to room.
The sandstorm, with deafening roars of thunder—or so it seemed—continued.
And Northern's focus did not waver through it all. The white-haired kid continued to study the scripts on the wall, flavored by different moods at different times.
But alas, he was finally back at the tenth floor which served as the base of the Tower.
He continued to read until he got to the entrance, around where Terence was seated.
Despite being near her, the Oracle did not open her eyes; instead, she just shifted a little so Northern could have his way with whatever they were doing.
