Vincent looked into the sky. He noticed the castle seemed to have various windows to enter. With a swoosh, his dark purple wings spread out, fluttering before they slammed downwards, sending him shooting upwards sky high.
He enjoyed the frigid wings blasting his fiery face, all pieces of black char peeled from his body. His wings swung again and flapped slowly. Vincent looked down, the castle walls much smaller and bleak, filled with endless snow.
"It would be lovely if it wasn't a dungeon."
[Darling, are you going to skip the set path? Break through the window into an unknown area?]
—|Silvari: 'Why can I smell another thirsty bitch's scent?'
Slowly, he flew towards the large stained glass window. His ears deaf to his women and their worries. He hovered above a small balcony before dropping with a quiet tapping. Vincent checked around, wondering if this was a stupid idea.
"Oh my, is there somebody there?" A soft voice spoke to him.