To be that other, no matter how much he may ever possess and be, will never be.
- Majesty, would you please open a glass tunnel that will transport us immediately to Master Charlouse's castle? The nomadic mage.
King Dyrenx did not wait for an answer. He nodded, and took us right after we were restored once again, as best we could, to the transfer room. It was a room so large and so full that one would have thought it contained the entire history of the kingdom.
As the king entered, every letter engraved in the room, whether on the walls or on the thick sheets of paper perfectly arranged despite their infinite number, lit up. Then, at the sound of his footsteps, the space changed and became a world of light, of stars and of various stars.
The ruler of the city of history stood in the center, then straightened up majestically and opened his arms to let his powers flow freely. Then, a dazzling light burst out of his body.