They had already spent many days on this island, yet they could do nothing. Confused and uncertain about what to do, they remained restless. Moreover, they felt that traveling westward was equal to facing death. In this state of despair, the arrival of Rudra Senan made them even more anxious.
Ken said to Lorentz and Harold: "We cannot stay in this city any longer. Rudra Senan can sense our very breath and will reveal who we are. To oppose him is the same as death. Therefore, we must find another way to leave this city."
The three of them walked along the royal street. There they saw an old man struggling to lift a heavy load onto his horse cart. Harold rushed to help him. The old man thanked him and asked, "Where are you going with such heavy goods?" Harold replied, "We are not carrying anything." The old man's face changed with unease, and he quickly left. Suspicious, Harold followed him, and the others joined.
The old man walked toward the city's main gateway but stopped near the wall beside a hidden passage. The place was wild and overgrown. From his bundle, he took out banana leaves and placed them before the gate. Closing his eyes, he muttered something like a spell. Suddenly, a great magical door appeared. He set the leaves before it, and within moments they vanished. Harold, Lorentz, and Ken were astonished.
When they approached, the magical door had disappeared. Confused, they wondered how to proceed. Suddenly, a large hole opened in the wall. Ken climbed out and said, "I will wait here. In sixteen days, I will return properly. You must also come." Then he left.
Night fell, and the others returned to their room. Lorentz said to Harold, "Tomorrow, if we follow that old man, we may find the way. Otherwise, we will be trapped in this magical city forever." They slept.
At dawn, they began searching for the old man again. Meanwhile, Ken had left the island by boat, braving storms, and eventually reached a family connected to Lorentz's forces. But Lorentz's guards captured Ken and locked him in a room. Soon Ken fainted, and Lorentz and Harold watched him closely.
That night, the old man appeared again. As they followed him, he suddenly turned, chanted a spell, and waved his fingers. Lorentz and Harold's hands were bound by magic. The old man laughed wickedly: "I knew you would follow me. What do you want?"
Lorentz asked, "Who are you?" The old man replied, "Fools! You don't even know who you are. Do you know this city? Here, everyone may call you gods, but I know the truth. I am Oberion. If you wish to know who I am, you must learn about Ratrangasan.
This city has witnessed thousands of battles and rivers of blood. Ratrangasan held the sword named Irulmuni. That sword once belonged to Raja Raja Cholan. It was said that if the sword remained here, disaster would follow. Thus, it was given to this city. Later, Ratrangasan possessed it, and as long as he held it, Amaravati remained under his feet.
But time erases memory. The city forgot who he was. Only Agnika Devi knows the truth. The mystery hidden in the northern direction—everything is because of Ratrangasan alone."