Sebastian's descent through the building was fraught with peril, each floor presenting its own array of challenges.
When he got to the first floor, he had hardly any mana left. He had used it all up, making illusions to fool the guards.
Despite his inexperience with the art of illusion, borne from a life previously devoted to pyromancy, Sebastian's cunning allowed him to reach the fated floor.
While navigating the final corridor with urgency, Sebastian arrived at a nondescript room that held the promise of escape.
The room was empty, and the window was like a silent invite to freedom. He hurried to the window, carefully opening it to avoid making a sound.
Sebastian looked down from way up high and thought about what he could do. The drop was at least six meters. It was manageable for someone like him, not so high as to be deadly, but it wasn't even that short.
