Saint Patrick Cathedral.
The ruined cathedral had none of the divine solemnity of its past; if it had only been destroyed by a battle, that wouldn't be too bad, the foundation was still there. Mona and Umr's battle was very restrained, rebuilding and renovating wouldn't cost much.
The one who ruined the atmosphere was Wayne, holding a Golden Rule Bible, toiling in the light, serving the darkness, more of a capitalist than a Devil.
Inside the cathedral, a procession of clergy formed a long line, listening to the roaring at the front, all trembling and wearing bitter expressions.
It was over, the Archbishop was the Devil's pawn, the Envoy from the Papal State had come to inspect, and they were slandered all over, today's affair was hard to settle.
A few white-bearded old men stood at the very front, all of Gold Mage cultivation, and the strongest among them, a Legendary Mage, was the captain of the Guardian Knights.
"Great..."
"Great what?"
"I mean, Your Excellency."
