"The judgment of all the gods?"
William sneered coldly, directly pulling out the Trident and breaking its seal.
In an instant, dark clouds filled the sky, thunder roared, and the earth trembled. Holy Cross Church, spanning thousands of miles around, and even the entirety of Blizzard City were enveloped in black clouds.
Within the black clouds, lightning intertwined, and the sound of thunder shook the heavens.
St. Benedict was dumbfounded...
William, holding the Trident, looked at St. Benedict and raised an eyebrow, "Would you mind repeating what you just said?"
St. Benedict stared at the Trident in William's hand, suddenly unsure of what to do.
He had some discernment, even though the Trident had been collected by William before the establishment of the Catholic Church, meaning Poseidon had never used the Trident in the Divine Realm.
But he could tell that the fork William was holding was no simple matter.
