It was almost evening when the seven pilgrims arrived on the surface of Hyperion. The place where they landed after leaving the majestic Yggdrasill, the seven pilgrims found themselves in the city of Keats.

A shitty hell-hole, if anyone were to ask for Kassad's opinion. But the soldier keeps quiet, as the majority of the other pilgrims (except for Silenus, the poet, who doesn't refrain himself from expressing any kind of thought and opinion).

It's late, too late to do anything. If the city of Keats is dangerous during the day, one can only imagine how foolish it is to stay in the streets at night. So the seven decided to stay for the night in the first inn they found.

It was difficult to find one that could host them for the night: many other people have come to Hyperion to make a pilgrimage towards the Tombs of Time, and there are also countless soldiers of the FORCE, who try to make sure the Shrike won't attack the city, although each one of them already knows it's useless.