Unlike the flickering candlelit city, inside Saint Nalos Cathedral, the deeper one goes, the less light remains; the displayed candles have long since been extinguished, leaving only solidified wax coating the floor.
Anthony walked slowly towards the depths of the darkness, the walls adorned with angels and demons gently opened, and behind the Gate of the Celestial Kingdom, an elevator carried Anthony into the deepest darkness.
It was the boundary between Heaven and Hell, where decaying dust swirled in the deep darkness.
There was no defense within the Static Holy Temple, not even a Demon Hunter, only the new Pope, staying here alone. Since that day, he has been kneeling beside the Well of Ascension, beneath the cold iron mask, no one knows what he is thinking.
Everything descends slowly, perhaps due to a conversation with Samuel, the distant past continuously repeats in front of his eyes.
Anthony reminisced.
