Nihil lay on the cold roof of the opera building, each breath feeling like swallowing shards of glass. He could feel the holy mark Richter had left on his soul—a burning scar that pulsed, revealing his location to every tracking hound in the Empire.
[Aura Capacity: 1/40]
[Warning: Minimal regeneration active. Recommended to restore capacity immediately.]
In the distance, he heard the cries of Gryphon Knights. From above, several winged figures began descending toward him.
There was no time for thought. Only movement.
He forced his aching body to rise and run. He leaped from the opera building's roof to a lower city hall roof, landing heavily. The Gryphon Knights above unleashed spears of light. Nihil rolled behind a gargoyle statue, the arrows shattering the stone where he had stood seconds before.
He had to get down. The sky was a death zone.
