625 World’s End

An intense feeling of uneasiness rose up in the Grand Pontiff's chest.

He quickly turned and saw a frightening rift slowly opening up in the sky above him.

"Priest Regiment," he bellowed, "enemy invasion!"

In an instant, a beautiful silver circle surrounded the entire capital.

The people kneeling on the ground looked at that fissure in utmost horror.

Wasn't it supposed to be a judgement for the sinner?

How could it suddenly get interrupted?

And why did that huge crack feel so scary?

They couldn't get rid of the questions nagging at their hearts, and their instincts urged them to escape.

But they had been indoctrinated by the Black Dragon Church for a long time, so they couldn't just leave without being dismissed from the prayer by the Pontiff.

They could only keep kneeling as they watched the Priest Regiment and the other soldiers following the Pontiff to battle.

'We will definitely win.'