Gregory III looked up at the sky, the golden streak shooting forth, reflecting the shattered Celestial Kingdom.
At this moment.
He seemed to hear the wails of the gods.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, yet he felt something blocking his throat, unable to make a sound.
He slowly bowed his head, his gaze swept over those who at this moment were all looking up at the sky, faces full of disintegration and disbelief, their faith collapsing almost instantaneously, reaching out to gently touch his lips.
The warmth touched his fingertips.
Gregory III looked at his fingers and saw the blood on them.
It was then that he realized his Stone... the Divine Format personally condensed by God himself, had shattered at some point.
The Pope of the Roman Catholic Church.
The core of the entire Roman Catholic Church, the Stone had actually shattered.
Gregory III noticed this, his body lightly swayed, and suddenly a sharp buzzing sound rang in his ears.
In an instant.
