The raging Iron Feather plummeted in an instant, crashing against the stone pillars and the ground, sending up a thick cloud of dust. Each feather was like a long sword, slicing deeply into the surface.
Lawrence was gasping for breath, half of his body soaked in blood. This body was still too weak, moving sluggishly in his eyes.
The Iron Feather pierced through Lawrence's shoulder and severed one of his arms. Blood gushed out uncontrollably, and it wouldn't be long before this body would bleed to death.
The new Pope, witnessing this, instead let out a sinister laugh. Clearly, the Angel would spare none associated with the "Truth." Now, Lawrence and that mysterious woman had also become its enemies. Though the inner workings of these Evil Anomalies were unknown, at least for now, the new Pope was not fighting alone.
