Two and a half months later, the Holy City of the Church of Glory.
At this time, the bustling festival within the city was still ongoing, countless believers parading through the streets, lifting high the Church Emblem; pilgrims from all over the world joined them too. They would kneel every three steps and bow their heads to kiss the ground of the Land of God Descent every nine steps, seemingly trying to better feel the grace of God in this way.
Fanatical faith spread throughout the city, and the tide-like Power of Faith from all directions was eventually absorbed entirely by the Glorious Cathedral at the center.
And now, at the top floor of this grand building reserved solely for the Pope's audience with the Divine Envoy among mortals, two beautiful Angels were playing chess.
Among them, the one on the left had white hair and six wings, exquisite in appearance, smiling gently, yet exuding an unapproachable chill.
She was pure and majestic.
