In the heart of the Apostolic City, Holy Ser Robert strode with an air of solemnity, a shroud of dread veiling his noble visage. Through the hallowed corridors and streets, he wandered, the weight of perceived failure heavy upon his shoulders.
With each step, he sought solace, pacing the sacred grounds under the watchful gaze of the heavens. Hours stretched into eternity as he grappled with the burdens of his duty.
At last, weary but resolute, the Holy Knight sought sanctuary within the hallowed halls of the Holy See. There, in the embrace of divine silence, he poured out his soul in fervent prayer, seeking redemption and guidance amidst the trials of his sacred charge. "Your Holiness Sixtus VI,
May the Creator's guiding light elevate your soul to the highest heavens, where peace and tranquility await your weary spirit. Forgive us, your devoted brethren, for our absence in your hour of need. I vow to redouble my efforts, to shield God's flock with unwavering devotion and renewed fervor.
Rest assured, Sixtus VI, for your legacy shall inspire and propel us onward. As you find solace in divine embrace, your successors shall chart the course ahead.
Amen." Tears trickled down Robert's weathered face as he fervently prayed. He remained there, immersed in his supplications, until exhaustion overtook him, rendering him unable to continue.