A blinding light engulfed Adolf's world, endless waves of luminance sweeping in and overturning countless soldiers.
Pope Doppler II raised his scepter, and with this simple act, he emitted an awe-inspiring might.
He stood bathed in the golden holy light, scepter held high, his whispers reverberating through the land, every word of his prayer audible to all.
"In the name of God, I wield the Holy Sword of Judgement and bring down judgement upon all dissenters!"
"His name is ancient and everlasting, He is the embodiment of power and order, He is the Guardian of The Gate of Demons, He is the God of Judgement... Saiyakula!"
A gust of wind burst forth as the golden waves cleansed, expanding in circles toward the distance, felling trees and scattering men and horses alike.
Dark clouds gathered again, a pair of dark golden eyes appeared in the sky, cold and stern, devoid of emotion, as if God were scrutinizing the world, an imposing aura that made it hard for everyone to breathe.
