"The Forbidden Item... the Coffin... is unsealed!"
"Hee-hee-ha-ha-ha-ha..."
Ales gazed at the coffin before him, which looked like a work of art. Dozens of glowing blue gemstones were embedded in its silver-white body. Intricate, twisting patterns radiated from these gemstones, snaking up to the lid and connecting with the starry-sky motif there.
"It's so beautiful," Ales said, extending his right hand to gently caress the coffin. "This is what will resurrect me..."
The malice surrounding him seemed to respond to his joy. Countless tiny black bolts of lightning snaked out, slowly spreading throughout the entire confessional. They even pierced through the cathedral walls, faintly attempting to connect with the overwhelming malice that rained down from the sky upon the army of Holy Professionals.
SNAP.
Old Jack waved his hand, raising an energy shield to block the tiny bolts of lightning. A look of deep sorrow flashed across his face.
'Too many people have died tonight...'
