Pontiff Sulyvahn ..that colossal monster who had killed so many and filled their hearts with fear ..was nothing but a plain man whose features were carved with suffering.
His hair was ash-gray, devoured by age. His skin was ghastly pale and hideously darkened from years of living on nothing but tainted blood.
His eyes were wholly red, as if he had wept blood; his bones jutted under shriveled, ulcerated skin.
Those mad eyes of the Pontiff that had terrified so many no longer looked frightening now that their cover was gone ..
they were merely eyes steeped in deep sorrow and utter despair, the eyes of a man whose story few knew.
"Pontiff Sulyvahn… you are living proof the clearest example ..of the demons' crimes and what they did to humankind," Frey said, voice cold, as he kept breaking the Pontiff down.
"I know there's nothing left in those dead eyes but despair and hatred… rage, and suffering.
