Within the splendid church, in the flickering candlelight, two figures confronted each other like beasts meeting on a narrow path, neither willing to retreat.
Watson had considered everything she might encounter here, but the current turn of events completely shattered her expectations.
The new Pope stood unguarded in front of her, slightly tilting his head, his voice laced with provocation.
"Who exactly are you?"
Watson asked, for this was one of the many mysteries surrounding the man before her.
No one had expected the sacred crown to end up in the hands of such a mysterious figure. All information about the new Pope was non-existent; tracing his past was impossible. He had appeared out of nowhere in the history of the Evangelical Church.
"Me? Sainy Loter, the new Pope of the Evangelical Church, and you?"
The new Pope, seeing Watson had no intention of fighting, straightened his back and picked up the fallen Nail Sword.
