Never Recoil from the Unknown!

Midas sat in the embrace of Jasmine and Charlotte as he pondered the conundrum before him. The three doors stood like sentinels in his path, their shiny metallic forms pulsating and radiating something that felt powerful.

Midas, ever the seeker of knowledge, rationalised that this was not a test of elimination, but it was a test of learning instead, and ever since he got the idea into his head, he was never able to get it out.

The doors were not obstacles. They were teachers. And whatever stood behind them might be nothing at all. It might just be the door itself was the reward and if they were willing to claim it for themselves then they could continue in their paths forward.

As Midas thought further, he came to more realisations about how he might have handled the situations better. It was a shame his Clone's Vital root was unawakened, otherwise he might have been able to glean something in the energy exchange.