Beneath the dome of the Golden Spire Cathedral, the statue of the Goddess extends her arms, her face graced with a holy smile, embracing the entire world.
Before the gigantic statue of the Goddess, a girl cloaked in Holy Light crosses her hands over her chest. Holy verses softly escape her lips as sacred chants echo throughout the Holy Hall.
Yet, besides her, there is no audience.
The hymns sung today are devoted to the Great Goddess, and none other has the right to listen.
As the song ends, there is no response.
A sigh of helplessness sounds, and the girl slowly opens her eyes, her expression gradually turning stern.
It's been a long time since she last heard the Goddess's response.
Here lies the Holy City, and she is the Pope who oversees the faithful of this realm; previously, her prayers were always heard by the Goddess, with occasional responses.
But since she became the Pope, the blessings from the Goddess have ceased.
