Chapter LXXXII: The Cardinal and Black Magic
Everything around me is dark. I feel like I'm floating on a turbulent sea, hearing thousands of voices calling my name in tears, asking for my help. Hundreds of people dressed in shining adornments marvel at how slow I can act when people need me, but is it really my fault?
I realize that what's happening is in my dream, but it feels so real. It feels so real that it seems like I can hear in my ears the voices of the Popes in Heaven asking for my help. The first person I saw in that crowd of people was St. Peter himself, the first Pope of the Church.
"Son, we need your help. If you don't hurry, you risk losing everything you've built so far. If you don't hurry, many innocent people will be killed!" said St. Peter.
"S-Saint Peter, but I don't understand... Why me? Why did I have to go back in time?"
"To make sacrifices for those around you, just as others have done for you in the world you come from. Now it's up to you whether you'll ever return there."