On the hand he had the stigma.
Without this there was no entrance.
Future Memory.
Everything was as in the manuscripts.
And the fortress was still here.
As if it awaited for the continuation.
Like it hadn’t forgotten anything from the past.
Between the stones he saw only the sky.
But there was also Time.
He hadn’t stopped for centuries now.
So when he found the arrow’s peak that belonged to another era, even if it were unbelievable, he wasn’t startled.
Even if it wasn’t meaningful initially, it would indeed be so in the end.
The issue is that it was also of another region.
Europe was larger than it seemed.
And the movements of the past had become as Time passed true acts.
He remembered the library.
It was there he had seen for the first time the peak.
It was square at the sharpest point.
In this manner he would open the links under the armours.
When he had pierce them with his momentum.
And now he would see the arrow of Didymoteicho.