The Holy Church of Fate.
The Pope's chambers
A muscular middle-aged man sat on the sofa, slowly drinking wine from a chalice.
The Pope stood waiting by his side like a servant.
This man was clad in a faint grey mist.
As he finished the entire bottle, he stood up and walked towards the balcony of the room. During his walk, a pale pair of horns could be seen between his hair, curving inward along with his head.
-------the Demon Dragon.
He had been revived.
"Lord God, you've only just revived, maybe it is better that you don't drink too much alcohol" the Pope softly suggested.
As she looked at this man in front of her, she had a gleam of fanaticism in her eyes.
She was the one who gathered his body and used the numerous precious regenerative materials as well as spells on it.
She didn't think that he would actually be able to revive.
What great power.
