After so long, they were finally there.

The Bridge.

Max could see the shadow of two big towers not so far, imposing themselves among the fog. Colossi of rock. Like giants keeping the Gate of Time.

“Those are the Towers of Gracia. From there the Graces used to contemplate the beauty of their kindgom. A tower for each.”

“The right one is Lúmina.”

“the left one is Mederia.”

The Towers of Gracia.

The Great Castle of Liminalia.

Max couldn’t help but wonder what he was about to step into.

What could be awaiting him there? More mysteries? Answers? He couldn’t say. Maybe he’d finally find a way to get back home. As much as he enjoyed (ok, maybe “enjoy” is a far stretch) that little adventure, he missed his own world. He missed Mum. He was already thinking about all he’d have to say to her. Was she worried about him? Did she miss him to?

But, at the same time (and to an extent, to his own disblief) he realized part of him DIDN’T want to leave. He didn’t that world to end. He would miss his friends, Mr. Rabbit and Meryl the Mole. He wanted them to be alright.

If only there was a way to stop Magissa.

To break the curse casted upon this land.

So many questions…

Yet no answers at all.

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