The cursed archaic tool his allies had given was now taken out of his pocket… it was a small crystalline rock in which's inside a bone, seemingly a piece that would pertain to a finger's structure was held in his palm, rubbing its pointy end to prick his own finger so the opening of a cursed path could enable his escape… with an unconscious Marianne in his arms.
A hole opened in the thick of the Palace's walls for Paul to walk through… and no soul noticed… how the Empire's Ninth disappeared. For the work of a miserable one had shamelessly started to pursue its crazed desire… against us and our chosen child…
— They took the child… even as she wore Aenean's tear… —
— It's power… grrhaa… Dares chain mine….! —
— … The wait was meant to end… our friend… go to the blood you protect… the child and her body's souls… aid the one in love to get them back… —
— … khkh grhaa… aid is his to give… my bloodthirst… compares to my protegee's rage… —
