CHAPTER CDXLI

(WHAT SHALL REMAIN?)

“FIRE, EARTH, WATER, AND AIR.”

He once more whispers, but this time it is the whole prominent elements that everyone knew, but not in deep. The elemental class that each of the group of the minor arcana of the Tarot deck belongs into. Surrounded by its class and the meaning that no one could ever deny the ominous, yet helpful warning that anyone can take to make everything fall to the way where it should be.

“Elements. The four known and famous elements that is known by mortals. The four elements that makes everything round and true to this seemingly dead world where nothing else that matters, but lying.”

He draws his signature cunning smile once more. Looking amusedly and exhilaratingly towards the deck in front of him. With the words and the chess pieces that he pins and draws from within the future book, they will open. He giggles, then laughs ominously, loving and all too much with this kind of thrill as he then whispers.

“Well then, how about the rest?”