Chapter 231
Two hands obscured the Pope’s eyes, while the other hands flailed through the air. Even while seated in this barrack, he could overlook the entire battlefield.
Delicate white hands fluttered in the air. Every thread they grasped and embraced was soon his pieces on the chessboard. Each piece breathed and moved according to his gesture, conversed, and thought.
This omnipotent feeling.
Humans must never go extinct. They must move and pulse beneath his grasp. The intense heartbeat felt beneath every single thread. This alone was the driving force that kept him alive.
This place is not even the imperial capital, nor his nest. Naturally, his power was greater than this. But what does that matter? Even with a fraction of his power, a nation crumbled, and powerful monarchs and their vassals knelt.
Indeed, he was an entity created to dominate.
The hands that had been weaving through the air suddenly paused. The threads were cut.
There’s resistance. Who is it?
The pale face still smiled gently. Its face had no facial muscles to create expressions. Even in moments of displeasure, it could show nothing but a smile.