In the grand chamber of the Apostolic Palace, a solemn silence had fallen over the assembly of Cardinals as they waited for the Pope to continue speaking. However, an unusual pause in his speech left them all curious and uncertain.
The Pope's gaze shifted upward, his eyes locked on an unseen point in the ornate ceiling of the chamber. No one in the room could discern what had caught his attention, but his demeanor spoke of an inexplicable fascination.
"Since you have come I guess I will deal with you myself."
For a few tense moments, the Pope remained transfixed, his eyes seemingly fixed on an invisible presence above. It was as if something beyond the physical realm had drawn his focus and demanded his immediate attention.
Bam.
Then, abruptly, the Pope stood from his ornate throne-like chair. His robes rustled as he ascended from the ground, defying gravity, and he began to levitate toward the towering windows that adorned the chamber's walls.