Similarly, it is not entirely holy; it also possesses the vices of humanity.
The broken blade stirred the flesh, slicing through the ribs and continuing forward until the new Pope forcefully tore it open and snapped the entire spine with force.
Without support, the angel's upper body was dragged down by the heavy wings, and Lawrence withdrew at this moment, hiding in the shadows like Watson, silently observing how the new Pope would kill the angel.
Wait... Where is Watson?
Only now did Lawrence realize in astonishment that he had lost sight of the woman, that ghost-like figure hiding in the shadows watching all this. At this moment, a chilling and decaying malice erupted, as if some Devil had broken free from its cage.
Everyone saw it; in the air appeared a twisted pathway, as if someone had walked through it, with lingering effects pulling at the space, revealing faint black arcs of light.
