The field was usually reserved for church activity, for the orphan children to play with each other. However, right now that's winter, the green grass barely peered out the layer of snow and the kids played inside instead.
Luckily for them, otherwise this would look ugly when the skeleton flew out of the window, landing on the grass. The snow parted when the skeleton slid over, his armor protected him from most of the impact.
My league
The armor made a quiet whisper to the night emperor. However the latter cut that conversation short.
"I know, something's weird with him."
The skeleton noticed that every move he made was quickly interrupted or predicted. That, in itself, wasn't surprising—any competent 8th-circle mystic or higher would possess the ability to read the flow of mystic energy to some extent.
What truly caught him off guard was the pope's confidence.
