Elias blended into the bustling crowd, his gaze fixed on the slowly moving convoy.
After the dreamlike family meeting, he was the only one who returned to the scene.
When the blinding Spear of Light descended once again, witnessing the assassination attempt on the Pope, Elias concealed himself and quietly followed the church officials.
"The Holy Father! The carriage is ready!" a cleric shouted in panic as he ran over.
"Quick! Escort the Holy Father back to the cathedral!" another cleric helped the blood-soaked Adrian into the carriage, "Hang in there!"
"It's alright, it's alright..." Adrian waved his hand dismissively from inside the carriage, trying to calm his subordinates, "It's not fatal, I'll be fine soon..."
With a loud bang, the Pope's carriage was blown sky-high.
Elias could hardly keep his composure; Azalea's entrance was indeed explosive.
