Once again, Thirteen realized that Fortuna City was a force to reckon with. If any third or second rate army were to try and invade it, they would all be annihilated by the powerful guards that protected the city.
"Here we are," Euphemia said as they entered a wide, spacious room. "The key is over there. Can you see it from here?"
The beautiful woman pointed at a pedestal, where a golden key was floating in place.
"Only the Guardian and the chosen Saintess can touch it," Euphemia added. "Since I have recognized you as the Saintess, you may claim the key and become its new guardian."
Stella glanced at Thirteen as if asking him what to do. He then smiled and nodded to encourage her that everything was going to be fine.
"We will stay here," Euphemia stated. "The floor has magical formations, so unless Zion wants to die, he is free to accompany you if you like."
"I'll pass." Thirteen crossed his arms over his chest. "Go and take the key, Stella."
