'So that's how you're the key to my fate?' he glanced at shouting Xylena, who was in a pitiful state herself.
Not waiting, he flew out of the little gap in the window and zoomed straight towards a large chimney at the top of the Pope's Palace that was disguised as a simple chimney meant for beautification. Having used it a few times before, he knew the way.
Time was of the essence as he could feel his thoughts getting dull. His memories and consciousness were at risk of vanishing as well with his constantly weakening and dying body. Everything felt like a chore on that short journey that seemed endless.
Through the narrow chimney, he promptly arrived inside the basement, level one of the Pope's Palace. From there, his faint, flickering life flew further down the stairs. Invisible to the naked eye, he went past the guards.
