566 565. The Key Of Madness

Holy Land, 

Somewhere in the depths of the Pope's Palace, beneath the many floors of the massive structure, lay a small room painted all in white, with no door or window to be found. The brightness of the white paint seemed to radiate at all times, illuminating everything.

It seemed like a prison, but the man who lived there was more than willing as he awaited the right moment to take action. For him, the isolation was the time to focus and prepare himself for what was to come—no matter to his liking or not, things had to be done. 

Thud!

Abruptly, a portion of the white wall moved apart in blocks and created a pathway inside. Through it walked a man in white robes, covered from head to toe, including half of his face. His unusually large golden staff appeared imposing, especially with its emblem of the Solis.