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In the same dress, another monk came from the door the King disappeared through. Hood kept low the monk skirted the crowd and payed no heed to the growing drama within. He payed no heed to the fallen crown. The monk made a direct beeline for the fallen corpse of Tromphonia.

The monk's clothes soaked through with the sticky blood of Tromphonia as he lifted her with his God blessed strength. His face obscured, his eyes cast down, with the brief assistance of her executioner Tromphonia was hefted over the shoulder of the monk. He made his way back through the secret door, the same route they had gone with the corpse of the fallen King.

There was a series of tunnels off the antechamber, behind a secret door activated with the displacing of the hand of a statue-one of many. The tunnels led beneath Skyfall. They wound around, they wound down. The monk's descent to the crypts was slow.