"It's Tula!"
Galvis weakly patted Roland's shoulder, his voice urgent.
"Go... now..."
Roland didn't need to be told. He could already clearly feel the immense and powerful pressure.
He made an instant decision and ordered Philis,
"Lead the way!"
At the same time, he bent down without hesitation and lifted the weakened Minstrel onto his back.
"Roland... put me down..."
Galvis's voice was as thin as a thread, tinged with a plea.
"I'm done for... Don't let me drag you down..."
Roland held his dear friend securely on his back, his voice leaving no room for argument.
"Galvis, listen to me. Even if you're going to die, you're going to die where I can see you."
With that, he took firm strides to follow Philis, who was ahead of them.
They quickly passed through a short corridor and stepped onto a spiral staircase.
Just as they rushed out of the High Tower's main gate, the sight before them made Roland's breath catch in his throat.
