"You should go back."
The man said.
The rage was extinguished in an instant, even the new Pope was stunned. Although he could not see, he could sense it, a sensitivity to these evil anomalies like a torch in the night.
Lorenzo slowly turned his head, but before he could see everything clearly, the long-maintained connection was interrupted. The line extending from Old Dunling to the Static Holy Temple was severed, the journey across a thousand miles reverted, the phantom silhouette collapsed in an instant, vanishing into the air, as if Lorenzo had never been there.
The calm only lasted a short while, the new Pope slowly raised his sword, vigilantly watching the emptiness before him, the flames in his eyes burning like embedded daylight.
"Sainy Loter... is that your new name? Not bad."
The man's voice echoed directly in his mind, his mastery of the [gap] far surpassing Lorenzo's.
"Who are you?"
Does this person know him? At least who he used to be.
