Hearing Saint Scepter's words, Sylvester's eyes turned bloodshot red. Miraj City was far away, and his body was out of Solarium. His shoulder was still bleeding, albeit slower, and his ribs were still broken. Lord Inquisitor's hands were crushed and couldn't be automatically healed. Meanwhile, Felix was unconscious, and Emperor Raz could not stand up due to fractures in his bones.
To reach the city before anything unfortunate happened was near impossible in their state. But Sylvester had no choice. He placed his left hand on his armless shoulder. After that, he used simple fire magic and burned his wound to stop the bleeding. He then wrapped it with a piece of his cape to avoid any infection from the air.
"We shall meet again, Sylvester Maximilian. After you become the Pope." Saint Scepter started to rise into the air, flying away. "May you find solace in your actions, no matter what happens."
