In the following minutes, there was only silence in the abandoned and collapsed hall, with three pairs of eyes fixated on the metal plate with its strange texture, until the writing on the metal plate gradually disappeared, and even the metal plate itself dissolved into the air bit by bit—it turned into specks of light dust, slid from Heragor's hand, and left no trace behind.
Balogar finally couldn't resist breaking the silence, "What does the third story mean?"
"...When Gawain Cecil visited Talronde, 'He' told him two stories, two stories about the gods and mortals," Heragor rubbed his fingers, as if still feeling the solid touch of that metal plate, "'He' said at the time that there was a third story, but that story has not yet happened..."
Balogar looked into Heragor's eyes, "So do you understand what 'He' meant?"
