The Pope buried his head deep in the ground, speaking hoarsely yet fervently, detailing the blasphemer's crimes.
Once he finished speaking.
A brief, suffocating silence enveloped the entire hall.
Suddenly, the divine light on the altar shone intensely, and the pillar of light piercing the heavens slightly rippled as a majestic figure slowly stepped out.
With one step forward, he appeared before the Pope and the prostrated Archbishops.
His body remained shrouded in endless radiance, making his specific features difficult to discern.
"Worthless."
A deep voice sounded, carrying disappointment.
The Divine Spirits didn't even glance at the Pope and merely waved a hand casually.
In an instant, the memories of the Pope were forcibly extracted like film, projected into the air, flickering rapidly.
The Holy Court's glory, internal power struggles, negotiations with various forces.
