This time the distance to the throne room was not very far at all. Gordon mostly glided down the spiral staircase only guiding his fall allowing his hand to slide along the balustrade occasionally jumping to keep his momentum..
When he made it back to the throne he had to smile at the absurdity of his own actions. Always in the books he had read in his old world the heroes and heroines had always been perfect and never exhausted.
No sooner had he sat back into his seat when several things happened all at once.
The Monk met him halfway across the throne room and immediately began.
"Lord, now …"
The aid tried to say something, a wicked wind picked up in the throne room, his avatars began to be slaughtered, and a thumping sound resonated above his head.
