Pope Axel Tar Kreed knew he had considerably changed in the past few years. His anger was uncontrollable, and his patience was constantly waning. He wanted to ensure his legacy, at least, didn't go to waste as he lost the most trustworthy future Pope candidate.
His fury knew no bounds, and he never held back his strength anymore. No matter whom he battled, whether an army of minor soldiers or masters of Grand Wizard rank, he killed them in a single strike. Every time he raised his arm, mountains, and forests were uprooted.
One of the reasons behind it was his anxiety, for he could not remain patient and take any chances anymore. Knowing that even an ant can harm an elephant, he dared not underestimate anyone.
"Your Holiness, the Council awaits." The moment the Pope landed on the terrace of Pope Palace, he was greeted by Saint Wazir, who had stayed behind in the Holy Land to manage things.
