Once his deployment had ceased, he was left with a select few, standing before him. " This here day, you will be the keepers' of the maze ". He said, as he lifted himself up from the ground, levitating, before the select few, pacing through the air. " From this day forth, no-one from outside this maze will be able to enter, you are my select few ". He stated. " It will be your job to, keep records' of all the events' that take place within the city of Ryon ". He said as he pointed out towards', a funny looking, oldish man. " You ! " He exclaimed. " You; you will be the drawer of the maps'. Come close to the stone, look deep within it's rays', you will know all the routes' of this kingdom ". He said.

The man came forward, as Dropsical lowered himself towards the ground, " And, you are ? " He spoke, directing his question towards the old man.

The old man looked up at him, " I am, Myron ", he said. Dropsical, studied him for a while, he moved his head slightly to the left and then slightly to the right, nodding, to himself, with a cunning smirk; as he said, " Look deep into the stone, you will find all your answers', there ". Dropsical, brought the stone before Myron's, eye's. Myron stared into the stone, as it began to relay the information, digitally; flickering through Myron's mind, page after page, while the stone was still creating and constructing the mazes' of Ryon.

On completion, the last maze was sealed. " Go now, and do not return here, until you bring for me; ' The Map's Of Ryon ' ". He said, as he stood in the core of the kingdom.

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