The Door.
'Girls?'
Thales frowned. He had a feeling that more memories were coming back to his mind. It was as if the mist above the sea was slowly dispersing, revealing the clear sea water.
"The girls?" he asked in bewilderment.
However, the unfamiliar figure had seemingly run out of patience.
"We don't have much time left," the stranger behind the odd 'water screen' gently said.
"The proximal world of the first threshold is just a step away from knocking on the Door. If they come to their senses and lower their heads slightly, they can still detect your presence."
A thought crossed Thales' mind. He suddenly knew the identity of the "girls".
'Why.'
When others, including the likes of Giza and Asda, talked about them, their expressions would always change. They were incredibly wary and fearful of the "girls".
'But this man…
'Actually referred to them as…'
"But you…"
