I didn't waste another second. Even in this state, I could feel the faint tug through the system, a thin thread pointing me toward Beelzebub's direction. West. The connection was weak, but it was enough. I had to go that way, no matter what waited in between.
A few guards tried shooting me down as I crossed over the outer battlements. Pathetic attempts, honestly. Even exhausted and half-dead, dodging them was still easier than dealing with Silver. Well… aside from the one arrow now lodged in my foot. That one hurt like hell. But we can ignore it for now, hehe…
Blood dripped down my heel, warm and annoyingly steady, but the wound began to close the longer I flew. My body was running on fumes, yet it refused to give up. Each beat of my wings carried me over another tower, another stretch of stone that wanted me dead. Golden light kept firing from every direction, painting the mountains and walls in a holy glow that made my eyes sting.
