His gaze was deep and calm, as if this sudden turn of events hadn't flustered him in the slightest.
Within the pillar of light, a figure slowly descended.
The newcomer was none other than the Pope of the Bright Holy See. He wore a crown studded with rare gems, and at its center was a massive Ruby that emanated a mysterious and majestic glow.
The Pope was dressed in a floor-length white robe embroidered with intricate golden patterns. Each design contained a unique, mystical power and shimmered faintly with his every movement.
The Pope had a handsome face. Though he was middle-aged, time had left few marks, instead bestowing him with a mature and steady charm.
His eyes were deep and sharp, as if they could see through all things. The confidence and majesty in his gaze were so intense that no one dared to meet his eyes.
