'The Alchemy Tower.'
The prince said this name to himself. Thales was in an absent-minded state as he stared at the old and mysterious building in front of him—at the symbol of the eye on the stone pillar which was incomplete and dilapidated but vaguely discernible—and felt the omnipresent chill.
It was as if he was back to six years ago, on that snowy night when the neurotic doctor with the large nose drew three unfamiliar patterns beside the campfire in the Archduke of Black Sand Region's menacing military camp.
'The Three Great Magic Towers.'
Thales stared absentmindedly at the symbol that signified the Alchemy Tower and sighed softly. The memories of the past slowly surged into his mind.
