Chapter 473: Volume 10: Thunderous Movements and Winds Rising, - 8: Heavenly Secrets
Like two silent statues, two figures in gray and white stood quietly in the crystal-corridor outside the chapel, as if they had been there for hundreds of years. The various disturbances inside the chapel could not escape the discernment of the two mages.
The unpredictable divine might of the Great Prophecy Spell had brought forth many strange phenomena, which made the two men, who hadn’t felt such a sensation in over a decade, sigh in their hearts. When could they reach the realm where the mind acted as freely as the heart? Not now, but that didn’t mean never. The Pope had only experience, which shouldn’t be a problem.
Wave after wave of power fluctuations signaled that the spellcasting inside the chapel was drawing to a close. Almost at the same moment, both men’s gazes met again, each able to discern a hint of joy hidden within the other’s surprise.
According to the two previous spellcasting durations by His Holiness the Pope, the Great Prophecy Spell should not have concluded so quickly. A single casting of the Great Prophecy Spell would consume almost all the caster’s energy and might even damage the caster’s very being. Therefore, each casting should be extended as long as possible to gain more knowledge of the unknown world. Such a brief spell indicated either the Pope’s body could no longer support a prolonged spell or a problem occurred during the casting. The former seemed more likely. In any case, this sign seemed to forebode something.
"Sirs, His Holiness the Pope invites you," a monk in white clothes reverently opened the chapel’s door, inviting the two men to enter.
Inside the Coughni Chapel, ripples of holy power still shimmered, and after a brief mutual deference, it was the gray-robed mage who entered first, with the white cleric following closely.
Like a withered leaf attached to a wheelchair, the Pope’s body appeared even more weakened, but to the surprise of both men, his face did not show much fatigue, an observation that secretly amazed them.
However, the expression on the Pope’s face was more like an aftertaste following deep contemplation, resembling the ruminations before making a crucial decision. The sunlight from the dome continually changed colors under the influence of the residual power field, causing even the expression on Saint Theresa’s statue to become colorful. To some, her expression appeared to anticipate the nourishment of love, though that was merely slander from those who despised the Church of Light.