Static Holy Temple.
Here, it remains silent and vast, with ancient dust falling from the darkness above, evenly spreading into every corner, like a world that's died.
Aside from the new pope, no other person is visible, yet you can hear faint breaths and heartbeats within the silence, as if unseen life exists in unseen places.
Underneath the steel mask, eyes coldly stare at the writing on the paper.
After so many days of organizing materials, reviewing past records, and interrogating those previously involved... through countless violent measures, the new pope finally obtained this, though it's not the whole picture, it's a highly credible assumption, and now he needs someone to verify these suspicions.
Thinking this, a blazing flame arose from his hand, burning the paper to ashes, the gray-black residue drifting away, but suddenly pulled by an inexplicable force, drawn into an invisible vortex, falling into the huge void before him.
