The Pope turned his head and exchanged a glance with his proudest disciple, the First Bishop, their eyes filled with bitterness.
One was in a terrible state, the other even worse.
The Pope was a cautious man who had arrived at the old Royal Capital early but had not shown himself.
He had the patience to wait until the Alien Race warriors could no longer withstand the "Strongest Weapon" and were preparing to flee, and still, he did not take the field personally, but sent the Second, Third, and Fourth Bishops instead.
They tested the power of the "Strongest Weapon" and the reaction of the Alien Race.
Only when everything was under control did they distort space and take to the stage for real.
He still remembered how full of confidence and vigor he had been before.
