As the operation began, under the cover of Red Falcon, Eve successfully reached the assassination position. The crowd here was barely dense, but candles were burning everywhere, flames flickering. If someone could look from high above, they would be amazed to find a network of fireworks winding around the theater square like glowing trails, amidst the bursts of prayers, resembling an altar of an ancient ritual.
Standing on the circular steps, here Eve had enough view to observe the Pope on the high platform, behind her were aged stone columns, Eve leaned closely against them.
The ceremony had yet to begin, the temporarily erected platform was empty, this was the center of the theater square. Soon, the Pope of the Orthodoxy would ascend here, unveiling the ceremony.
"Are you nervous?"
Red Falcon asked quietly beside her, frankly speaking, he felt uneasy. Such an important task as assassinating the Pope being entrusted to the two of them seemed overly trusting.
