[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/FBrdjSk/image.png[/img][h3]Malphas
Freedom[/h3][@Rune_Alchemist][/center]
Malphas wondered to himself if this was what true death was like. As soon as he leapt into the air, he had closed his eyes, welcoming whatever fate had in store for him. That weightless feeling that surrounded him gave him the same sensation that swept his body when he imbibed the poison that lead to his downfall. It was a feeling of ascension, a feeling of freedom... It was an ecstasy that Malphas fully absorbed himself in.

At least, that was before his shins slammed into the upper edges of the rock wall before him.

After a rather comedic sequence of him tumbling down the other side of the wall, Malphas finally took in the true feeling of freedom. Looking behind him as he was made aware of the ethereal wings that made his escape. Was this the true power of faith in this world? Is this merely a taste of what he could truly attain should he amass a large enough following? Motivated at the prospects of this idea, Malphas quickly stood up, stopping halfway as he crumpled back down into exhaustion. His accomplishments have taken a toll on him, and it was only now that the rush of adrenaline had ended that Malphas finally felt his energy fading.

Rather than continuing forward, Malphas instead turned onto his back in order to rest. He should treasure these brief moments of respite while he can, and it would be especially to his favor if he awaited for his allies to make their escape as well. As obstinate as they may be, traveling alone in this new world would be a dangerous prospect no matter what. Malphas did not want to end up like another winged fool, Icarus, who flew too close to the sun. Instead, he will stay by the moonlight, guided by its cold embrace.

"[color=lightblue]I believe in you, you fools...[/color]" Malphas uttered as he closed his eyes, drifting to rest for a time.