Night of the Holy Arrival.
In the midst of contemplation, more scratching sounds arise, resembling sharp nails scraping against metal, leaving behind small scratches and releasing piercing shrieks.
The darkness at the bottom of the well became restless, and amidst the spreading black mist, the new Pope saw vague, writhing figures, as if countless worms were crawling up from the well.
"What's going on!"
Perhaps due to psychological pressure, Anthony's expression showed some tension, but he was grabbed by the new Pope, whose snarling face appeared before him.
"Calm down, Anthony, listen to me."
The new Pope stared directly into Anthony's eyes, forcing him to listen.
"Hear me out, now, immediately leave the Static Holy Temple, seal off here, seal off the entire Saint Nalos Cathedral, seal off the entire Seven Hills!"
The voice was like thunder, splitting the evil anomaly inside Anthony's heart, he calmed down, nodding.
