“There it is,” said Nuphar, “The lost city of the Prantiqeth. If you step through that mist, you will be able to reach it, but as I said, you will not be able to leave the way you came. The only way to escape that land is to possess the Monolith itself. Given that, will you enter?”
Noting their hesitation, Nuphar continued, “And Alex, I will warn you... you can reclaim the Monolith, but to do so, you will have to face the most difficult opponent of your life. Are you willing to do that?”
“Bring it on!” replied Alex, “I have a reason worth facing ten thousand opponents worse than whatever you're talking about.” Having said this, Alex marched into the mists, and was soon visible on the other side.
“By the way,” Nuphar muttered, looking at Chris.
*What is it?” asked the Guthixian.
“No,* said Nuphar, shaking his head, “Nevermind... are you going after him then?”
“Of course,” replied Chris, walking through the mist, with Jen close behind.”
“So eager,” mused Nuphar.
“This violet mist...” commented Usha, “Wasn't it once said that it was “a mist with a sweet scent, and siren call, but noxious to breath” or as humans later called it...”
“The Deathly Miasma, where dreams were reality, and whose reality claimed the minds of those who entered,” finished Nuphar, “Yes, this is the very thing that got Mepho* that title... now, what will you do?”
“I'll go in as well,” said Usha, stepping toward the mist.
“Wait,” said Nuphar, pushing Aion forward he added, “Take him too, he will be necessary to claim the Monolith. And also take a message for me.”
“What is the message?” asked Usha.
"He appears in the Form of a Man with many Countenances; and he hath a Book in his right hand. His Office is to teach all Arts and Sciences unto any; and to declare the Secret Counsel of any one."
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