Together, Balbo, the Princess, and the bird crossed the flooded streets while the storm punished Kielstadt. Inside Alexa's hood, the nightingale shivered in the cold as they passed the square in front of the cathedral, now a dangerous and scary lake in the middle of the night. They were having little progress, and with each tentative step of Balbo's horse, Alexa felt like the time was running over. Alexa tried to protect the flame inside the lamp, to guide them, but it was almost impossible.
Worst of all was the constant sensation of death, like a great entity now awake looming over the city. So her hand burned under the bandages. It was a night of deaths and ghosts.