Qsar entered the temple wounded, blood dripping down his leg. He looked at the pillar. The ground trembled as the footsteps of Vamana sounded in the distance.
"Asclepius shine onto me, for my quest is not yet done"
the third monk whispered. But nothing happened. A voice thundered
"The chalice lays empty".
The third monk took a glimpse at the Axis mundi before a flash. It was falling apart. Suddenly, millions of cries broke the glass above him. He stood up helpless and desperate. The obelisk collapsed into a pile of flesh. Qsar ran out and saw the light, blood no longer dripping down his leg. A ziggurat shining in the distance from the divine power.
"Time is ticking"
it whispered.
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