August 5, 1860, Paris, by the Seine River.
The magnificent dome was carved with exquisite murals, and the afternoon sunlight transformed through the colored glass windows into something like holy light. In the grand hall, Anatole, dressed in a classic long robe, sat on a black stone chair beneath the statue, silently contemplative.
In distant Moscow, the news of Marvin being crowned as Pontiff had already arrived, and Katerina had also become the ruler of the entire Romanov Kingdom. Anatole knew that after His escape, all this would become inevitable.
In the days since returning from Tver to Paris, He had been pondering the question of the war's course.
Where exactly did the problem lie?
Why had the powerful Church of Wisdom lost to the Church of Truth?
Was it because of the Ancient God's followers?
No...
