In the nick of time, the Pope of Redemption slowly raised the crook in his hand, with eyes tightly closed, silently murmuring ancient and mysterious spells.
A warm and divine presence began to permeate the air, the scent of redemption and hope.
As the spellcasting quickened, a dazzling golden Divine Power exploded from around the old man, a force pure and flawless, warm yet powerful.
"What?" the golden giant finally spoke, filled with astonishment and fear.
"Your Divine Power is not yet exhausted? How is it possible that you, you have been granted more than one strand of Redemption Divine Power?"
The golden radiance immediately converged into a beam of light, plummeting from the skies, clashing with the light emitted by the golden giant, and causing a deafening roar.
Under the assault of this sacred force, the body of the golden giant began to tremble, then gradually became blurry and eventually dissipated into specks of golden light, vanishing between heaven and earth.
