The Static Holy Temple has once again descended into long-lost tranquility, yet beneath this peace lurks ominous disasters.
The new Pope leaned on his sword, retreating bit by bit, finally sitting powerlessly on the steps, his eyes warily gazing at the deep wellhead.
With a trembling hand, he raised the Nail Sword, the new Pope watching the blade, striving to stop its slight shaking, but he could not. Under the pressure of will, his body was no longer as agile as before, now it was sluggish, and only after a while did the trembling blade gradually stabilize.
"Am I... almost at my limit?"
He muttered to himself, with a hint of doubt.
Unlike Lawrence and Lorenzo, the new Pope was only an ordinary Demon Hunter, the only special aspect being he was crowned with the holy name of Angel, and relied on his willpower to resist the influence of corruption, which continued from the Night of the Holy Arrival until now.
