This place might have been extremely important once, but now it's just the tombstone of the Demon Hunting Order.
The new Pope was silent all the way, walking down the familiar road to the end, pushing open the heavy door, and behind it came the fresh fragrance of flowers.
It was a sea of flowers, pure white blossoms blooming in this underground world, swaying slightly like a sea stirred by the wind.
No one knows when this was established, at least in the memories of some informed people, such warmth did not exist in the cold Static Holy Temple.
A warm white light was cast from above, creating a pure white mist that made it impossible to discern its original form.
"Your Eminence."
The Gravekeeper came over, already accustomed to the frequent visits of the new Pope, as well as his new job; after all, guarding a grave is far better than going out to fight and kill.
