"Heavenly Punishment! Heavenly Punishment! Heavenly Punishment!!!"
When an overwhelming force, equivalent to the power of the sun, descended from the sky, countless Angels involuntarily shouted and cheered.
It fell with a tumultuous crash, consuming endless streams of fire.
Tearing through the iron-like clouds, burning a great hole in the middle, dispelling the chaotic mist that lingered over the scars, boiling forth in all directions.
With an incomparable terrifying might, it smashed towards the rift.
Yet on the ground, the rift suddenly opened wide, like a great mouth, its area instantly expanding dozens of times, like a huge maw, swallowing the day of the Heavenly Punishment within.
The blazing sun plunged into darkness.
Then, silently... vanished without a trace.
As if it had never existed.
The Pope, expressionless, tightened his grip on the Scepter, trying to unleash its power, but no matter how he controlled it, the power of the sun could not break free from its bonds.
