The new Pope, clad in pristine white and gold, moved forward with the grace of someone who carried divine authority. He was strikingly young—far younger than the last Pope, whose greed and corruption had tainted his reign. This one, at least in appearance, seemed to be cut from a different cloth. His indigo hair was tied neatly at the back, and despite the heavy robes draped over him, he carried himself with effortless elegance. But another aspect that I found unique about him was that he was probably blind, he always had the white strip of blindfold that covered his eyes. Still it seemed like he could see something, probably the mana presence of the beings around.
Most importantly, I could sense the divine energy surrounding him. It was subtle yet undeniably potent even more than the late Pope or perhaps the most that I've sensed ever.
He raised his hands in blessing, his voice ringing through the hall with an ethereal calm.
