"For... what..."
The new Pope murmured, then lifted his head, and what entered his sight were a pair of blazing white eyes.
"A monster like you—what could you possibly understand?"
Its smile froze in that instant, and then split apart.
A keen white gleam swept past as the new Pope raised the Nail Sword and cleaved through the falsehood before his eyes. The wound split open along that familiar face, yet what surged out was not blood, but a deep and fathomless darkness; what shattered was not flesh, but sharp fragments like broken glass.
"Sainy Loter!"
It loosed a twisted scream, and at the same time the mortal shell began to collapse, revealing beneath it the body in its original hideous, rotted state.
