“And what is that?â€? I asked terrified still, but not of the man but of the pin on his laple, of what he was here to represent.
The skull and the sword.
The Rakshana.
“I think you know what I wantâ€?
“But you can’t enter ther realms!It’s forbiddenâ€?
“But that is the only way to get the information that I desire.â€?
“Whitch is…?â€?
“You might as well know. The information that I desire is…

... the same information that keeps you standing here. Tell me, girl, I’ve tried everything. Why can’t this building be destroyed!? If it truely is the house of the final portal, then It won’t be easy.”

She shifted her arm as to nudge the pack of dynamite out of sight behind her back. The mans fingers rapped on the pale skull, that gazed with hollow eyes into her mind. She tried to concentrate on anything but the destuctible point of the glass tower, but it continued to surface in her brain.

“Ah!” He shouted “I should have known…