CHAPTER DXL

(THE ROSE FROM THE SOUTH)

LOOKING at the old rustic tower that was the holy library from the past and back to the sixth loop. Winona draws a sly smile on her face, seeing the real pristine tower that was over grown by roses and weeds that was all a spell to preserve and protect.

“Such lovely roses. Beautiful, but deadly.”

She compliments, giggling in two. Touching the flower while evading its thorns with the poison within. That though she will never fall victim in such, she still finds it necessary as caution.

“Well then.”

Alone in that so-called curse forest. She stands in front of the door way, bite her thumb and draws the pentagram of key using her blood. With the neon green illuminating from the symbols and mark of the pentagram, she whispers.

“Clama ad turrim invoco.”

The spell of the key that the tower recognizes. The roses that surrounds the door then pave way, as is opens welcoming her ins