"Hmm... Not bad."

  Masa Ed nodded after he saw the strangely clean interior of the building that is or was a super large chamber for a gathering: Its two rows of carved out columns dividing the chamber into three sections, its very tall roof and stone walls—though all their possible sacred embellishments have worn out completely—an evidence of its old age. Moreover, he was for a brief time fascinated by the rays of the sun invading from its windows high up on its left wall, making the place look holy and timeless, complementing its ascetic atmosphere.

  While thinking he will have to plan for a situation where the place is still in use, something he considers very unlikely since the building although large and grand is in the middle of a wild bush and therefore isolated, Masa Ed with casual steps walked towards the pedestal at the other end where he thinks the exalted leader of the gathering ministers from; however, as he almost reached it, his interest was captured by a raised crescent shaped platform facing its side and quiet far beside it that the sun rays from the window at the top of the wall is about to bath it, so he moved towards it to check it out, and few seconds later, he reached it and went behind it.

  "This place is very cool and cozy, lucky me." He muttered. Now, he stands in the shade behind it with the sun rays extending diagonally from above him, hitting the opposite side of the platform—its front. Then after looking around its clean floor plastered white, he turned around and faced the wall behind it which is apparently the left wall of the building.

  "What's this?" He muttered; he became curious after he saw words in somewhat bold letters carved on the wall.

  He reads:

  "TO WHOM ONE IS GIVEN ONE IS TAKEN."

  "TO WHOM LIGHT IS GIVEN DARKNESS IS TAKEN."

  "TO WHOM HAPPINESS IS GIVEN SADNESS IS TAKEN."

  "TO WHOM REDEMPTION IS GIVEN CONDEMNATION IS TAKEN."

  "TO WHOM SALVATION IS GIVEN SUFFERING IS TAKEN."

  "TO WHOM THE SELF IS GIVEN THE FALSE SELF IS TAKEN."

  "TO WHOM RELIEF IS GIVEN BURDEN IS TAKEN."

  "TO WHOM THE WORLD IS GIVEN HEAVEN IS TAKEN."

  "Who wrote this?" Curious, Masa Ed muttered softly and absentmindedly. Also, his eyes narrowed from suspicion that came from the fact that at one point as he reads the writing on the wall, he felt nostalgia—he felt like the words evoked some sweet memories in his recess which shouldn't be since he can't remember having come into contact with similar strings of words before.

  'Maybe its that witness book, I have just forgotten.' He thought in his heart, clearing his confusion. Then looking at it again and meditating on it, he proceeded with his plan he earlier suspended; specifically, he used the white cloth he earlier removed from his hands and he wrapped his head tightly with it, leaving out a narrow gap on his face where his eyes is. Basically, he now looks like a wrapped up mummy but with only his face wrapped.

  'Better. I can now move to the next step. But before that, I need to have a short rest.'

  Because his next step is physically demanding, Masa Ed in order to get a little rest moved closer to the wall and lie on the shaded floor where it meets the wall with his side on the floor.

  'If I look at it, I should have done it when I woke up at that woman's place, it would have gone smoothly; I just have to not use my head and blurt out rubbish. Well, it doesn't matter, by tomorrow's evening everything should be over as long as nothing strange happened.'

  He concluded. Then without knowing, a couple minute later, he was eased into a light sleep by the coolness of the place and the demand of his body for it.

  However, contrary to his expectations and prayers, something strange happened few hours later.

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  Like they came from nowhere, two identical figures that are strangely silhouetted neared Masa Ed and peered down at his peacefully sleeping figure.

  "Sugar, look at this bastard, he is here sleeping." One told the other, the super feminine voice is that of a human but not of a language Masa Ed will understand.

  "What do you expect him to do? He must be exhausted from it all" The other silhouette—Sugar—replied, but he or her super feminine voice and language that is identical to the first sounded softer and warmer.

  "Tsk.. He his just an idiot." The first voice retorted after a tongue click.

  "You are right... his suffering is about to truly begin, he should not have left that place." Sugar responded, but he or she sounded softer than usual and sad—expressing pity.

  "That's what he gets for doing evil. There is no way he will return to the human world anyway." The first voice responded. Meanwhile its source—one of the twin silhouettes—move a step closer to Masa Ed and positioned the front half of their silhouetted feet on his left cheek wrapped in the white cloth and the other half on the floor, pedaling his cheek hard against the hard floor, provoking a response from the other silhouette:

  "Snow, what are you doing?"

  "Waking him up." The first silhouette—snow—replied. Meanwhile they add more force to their silhouetted feet like they will crush Masa Ed mouth that Masa Ed eyes sprang open from sleep and pain, looking bloodshot as he struggles to get his face free from the oppression of the strange silhouetted feet.

  Then as Masa Ed in his struggle urgently gripped the silhouetted feet with his only available arm, attempting to lift it off his cheek, he choked hard and he also felt a damning pain on his left shoulder that came from Snow silhouetted feet that kicked him really hard, dragging him backwards on the floor.

  "Maggot, don't touch me!!!" Snow yelled; she sounded both disgusted and contemptuous.

  Although Masa Ed was curious about what is happening, he did the rational. Despite the pain coursing through his shoulder and chest and the volcanic fury in his belly, he quickly stood to his feet, about to make a run from it, but at that instant, his vision blurred from the force of a hit to his face. Then multiple inhuman hit on selected spots on his body followed, putting him in great pain that he wanted to scream but couldn't as the cloth he wrapped his face with is in the way.

  "Snow, you will kill him!!" Sugar screamed at Snow, but the only response she got was Snow halfing the numbers and heaviness of the kicks and stumps she is mercilessly dealing Masa Ed who is already down on the floor—defenseless, twitching from pain, bloodied and dying.

  "Snow, stop!!!"

  Sugar yelled again, then in haste, she grabbed and restrained Snow by pulling him or her away from Masa Ed who has already passed out—bleeding and looking lifeless on the blood stained floor of the holy place, bathed by the timeless rays of the sun.

  "What got into you Snow? You are acting crazy."

  "I just hate that idiot. He should just die already."

  ***

  Yet again Masa Ed frantically seeking a zero point felt a force pull him up from the deep of the waters. However, it was his awareness along White Flame that emerged to the water surface, returning to the ancient land that remains the same as the previous time. And white flame that came out of the water stood on the air above it like on ground with the super gigantic transparent sphere that one third of it is submerged at its center behind him.

  "Awnnn..." White Flame yawned—letting out white flame that later extinguished naturally—after which he looks around, scanning the ancient land with the golden ring of his eyes that widened a bit and is rotating as usual.

  Then realising he is back like the previous time, he flew without delay to the top of the super gigantic transparent glass sphere behind him and sat cross legged on its top center. Then continuing like the previous time, he peered through the sphere transparent shell and through the transparent body of water that is suspended in such a way that its top is stuck firmly to its top interior surface and its end below hung midair and one third of the sphere diameter from the top center, therefore one third the sphere diameter away from the planar world below that White Flame finally settled his gaze on—basically looking like a transparent fishbowl holding water one third its diameter but upside down.

  Then moving on, the golden ring of White Flame eyes like the previous time rotated anticlockwise, making the taut chains that is firmly holding the occupants and the features of the planar world to it revealed themselves to him in details.

  "Oh?!" White flame became fascinated by the golden chain he is looking at a second time. Then continuing from where he left off the previous time, he focused on a chain between the earth and a floating rock, looking carefully at it, therefore studying its mysterious structure that one can argue is the first supreme law of physical reality.

  Then, moments later, White flame switched his gaze to another chain, but one extending from an humanoid creature flying freely in the air.

  "Hmm..." He realised that when the creature gains height, the chain will extend from the earth along with it like there is more of it below; and when the creature looses height, it will shrink automatically, keeping the chain always taut. Therefore he concluded one of the properties of this chain, hence one of its minor laws.

  However as he was about to continue, like the previous time, he was suddenly dragged back into the waters he emerged from by a mysterious golden chain that connects him to it, leaving the ancient place behind and its eerie quietness .