Who could have guessed that such a big storm was going to appear out of nowhere? The head of Anti-Light was there, right in front of the Holy Land, and they couldn't do anything. It wasn't just a challenge but also a mockery.
For Sylvester, this was something that ached his heart. He looked as the shining red translucent dome shield vanished, and the various Guardians came closer.
But his mind was a mess. 'God, why? Why now? At least let me get stronger first. I already have so much to deal with. The Supreme Council, other contenders for Pope's seat, Masan, Bounty Hunters and assassins, and now Anti-Light. When will this cycle ever end? And why did he smell so rageful? I've never seen anyone being so angry before. And if he hates the faith, why did he help me back then disguised as Jax?'
There were more questions than anyone could ever answer. He could only train and hope to become stronger before all the mess started crashing down.
