The red error walls closed in on St. Celeste from all sides.
Father Marius dragged his bleeding body through the dark corridors of the administrative wing.
The director clutched his right shoulder with his left hand.
The deep stab wound from Lucian's dagger throbbed with burning pain. He operated on pure, panicked survival instinct.
He lost his academy guards to the novices down in the East Basement. He lost the political war against Elector Mordecai.
He lost the physical foundation of his kingdom when the black Silencer artifact erased the ancient silver runes.
He just needed to escape the building.
Marius stumbled into his personal office on the third floor.
He ignored the shattered glass windows overlooking the ruined main courtyard.
He heard the deafening, sub-audible frequency of the deletion code chewing on the stone walls outside.
The physical pressure popped his eardrums and made his teeth vibrate inside his gums.
