The trio entered the Town, finally.

Horrible lightnings made themselves heard, and a phantasmagoric wind blew with violence. It was a Bad Omen. A signal something terrible was about to happen. At the distance, the pale shadow of Castle fluttered, like the faint figure of a giant ghost.

The Towers of Graecia, the Giants of Liminalia, rose - above the fog, above the clouds, above the Darkness.

They made it.

The Citadel of Yore.

Walking across streets once full of life, Max and his friends couldn’t help but wonder what more would they run into on that weird adventure of theirs. Still, they didn’t slow their step, and kept walking, a path of melancholy.

Even with the bad vibes that ghost town was giving them, Mr. Rabbit couldn’t keep his mouth shut, rambling excitedely on history facts and trivia no one but him seemed to care about at such moment (Max would’ve loved to listen, though, if they were, instead of A) traversing a haunted town possibly (and very likely) full of ghosts, actually B) sitting on a cozy table, drinking a good cup of pumpkin tea and shooting the breeze with no preoccupation whatsoever.

It seemed they were stuck with A pretty much since Max put his toe on this world, which was a fact at least SOMEWHAT concerning.

But he kept talking.

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