The Start of the Chaos

In the Bright Hall, the Holy City Lance.

The entire world trembled a bit. All the cardinals present felt it. In the clear blue sky, there was a blurry image of a brand new world, so strange and so familiar at the same time.

It was the dimension that they had been seeking for in the past three years, where Alterna and the mysterious existence fell.

"Someone found it," Squinting his eyes, another Saint, Anasta, broke the solid silence in the Bright Hall. "This world seems to be quite special; its revelation made too big a stir, so now we can also precisely locate it… it's another fair competition."

All of them turned to look at the Pope, waiting for his further decision. Should they stick to the war plan, or switch their focus to the newly-found dimension, to finding the injured Alterna and the mysterious existence?