At the same time, in Western Europe, within a grand palace, sat an elder with a crown on his head and clad in a white robe, emitting no aura but exuding a seemingly nonexistent and ethereal holy presence.
Standing beside the crowned elder were several others clad in red robes, each one's presence elusive, radiating a divine air.
"Rosa is dead!"
The crowned elder suddenly spoke, a profound light flickering in his eyes.
"What? Rosa is dead? He was on the verge of becoming an Archbishop in white, how could he die? Could it be that China has deployed the Three Dragons, or perhaps a strong one from the Martial Arts World?"
The faces of the red-robed elders changed, a look of shock flashing in their eyes.
"Unclear, but we must retrieve the Heart of the Angel. Only with the Heart of the Angel can I completely step into that realm and then carry out that plan!"
The crowned elder said in a deep voice.
"Understood, Holy Lord!"
The red-robed elders bowed and responded in unison.
