She laughs mockingly. ''Cold is better than warmth. Your foes become too cold to fight you, and theor own warmth is sapped by my cold.''
"We defeated you, and let you live. I agree, cold makes it harder to fight. But having your opponents all at a constant disadvantage does not hone skills but dulls them."
''Thereis no way for my cold to go away besides dieing of warmth.''
She snorts. '"I'm fond of freezing my enemies to death. I don't need no lame reaper telling me to not rely on my cold.'' She scoffed, arms crossed. Darkness snorts. ''Ignorant angel she is.'' He told Genet.
Genet turned towards Dark.
"indeed"
Turning back to the angel...
"what if your enemy is immune or used to the cold? Maybe an ice golem or warrior equipped for the cold."
"indeed"
Turning back to the angel...
"what if your enemy is immune or used to the cold? Maybe an ice golem or warrior equipped for the cold."
''I have the ability to make the air so cold its as cold as space cold. If that fails, I have claws.'' She hissed, eyes narrowed.
''I intend to defy the set standard for those angels who are intended to guard others. I prefer to hurt the kinder folk.''
"Whatever, I can see that this is going nowhere fast"
Genet turned back towards Dark.
"Are you ready to go (again)?"
Genet turned back towards Dark.
"Are you ready to go (again)?"
He nods, and begans to head forward to the location pinpointed on the map drawn by the dragon kind. What he found was the weathered remains of an old tower of sorts. The walls were made of red bricks, with faint yellow hued lines. Old screws still graced the top of the doorway, where the door itself was tightly locked shut with a gold hued and slightly rusted out locking mechanism that was barely visible due to age.
Genet passed Sinatra, completely ignoring her now and followed Dark. She examined the wall, the door and the lock, letting out a long whistle.
"It's old but it's firm, any ideas about getting in?"
"It's old but it's firm, any ideas about getting in?"
''It's obviously some place important if the Dragon King made a map to go here...'' He mumbled to himself, running a paw over the worn door. ''Theres a few etching here that appear to be in dragon language. Appears to be post-war era based.''
Genet bent down to examine the markings.
"Yeah, again I can't make it out"
"Yeah, again I can't make it out"
''And if my assumption is right, I bet the war ender must have been tooken here before the Dragon King was killed. All I can reconize of these symbols is 'It is a shame to lose a treasure of time, even worse to lose its key'...''
Genet chuckled, completely stumped.
"That's true but what is the key?"
"That's true but what is the key?"
''A treasure to time...What could be a key to time?''
''Theres some sort of indentation near the keyhol. Maybe the key is shaped like an hourglass.''
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