It was the dead of night in the Vatican, though in Saint Stella it was already morning—proof of how time could twist and stretch across the lands. Yet, despite the hour, there was no peace in the holy city. A cacophony of destruction filled the air, led by the chilling shrieks of demons whose voices echoed endlessly across the burning streets.
The number of demons had grown to five. They prowled like predators unleashed, their hulking figures illuminated by the fires consuming the city. Towering above them all, a monstrous demon stood at an absurd fifty meters in height, dominating the apocalyptic skyline. Its blackened, molten skin crackled ominously, and its very presence felt like a proclamation of doom for the Vatican.
