As the battle raged on, new figures materialized from the labyrinthine shadows. A duo of British agents, the relic glow of an enchanted broadsword and a mystical shield glinting in the spectral firelight. A solitary figure of a Russian operative, the air around her shimmering with the invisible force of her relic. It was a global stand-off, a clandestine world war hidden beneath the heart of the Vatican.
"Satoru, we have more incoming," Hiroshi warned, his voice strained as he tracked the rapid influx of foreign agents.
"Understood, Hiroshi-san. Stay vigilant," Satoru commanded from his distant post in Tokyo, his eyes darting across the screens as he coordinated their movements, their unseen guardian angel.