"The judgment has been rendered. Should anyone object, they may appeal to the Roman Curia and submit an inquiry to the Holy See."
Eric's voice was cold and imposing, ringing through the ravaged city like the fall of a judge's iron hammer.
He slowly swept his gaze over the Eastern Orthodox, who were seething with anger. His stare was as sharp as a blade, forcing them to lower their heads.
"The Franks respect your right to appeal, just as the Creator, Yahweh, was obliged to answer the inquiry of the Prophet Abraham. Even when Gomorrah was on the verge of destruction and Sodoma was doomed to vanish, He still permitted questions and listened to pleas."
An oppressive silence filled the air.
The corner of Vasily's mouth twitched as if he wanted to retort, but in the end, he said nothing. He only clutched the Cross on his chest with all his might.
Eric snorted, his disdain mixed with unquestionable resolve.
