~SHINNG!~
A low, but climbing humming sound began to echo from the dove perched above the Archbishop's scepter, coupled with golden energy flowing from the staff to the rest of the Archbishop's body.
It was spectacularly glorious how the sparks danced around him like petals in spring, flowing like a stream of water trickling down a bountiful lake. The surplus of energy was so blinding, and the hum—now high in pitch—was so deafening, that it would make anyone shrink back in fear.
Or, at the very least, discomfort.
However, the two abominable creatures kept marching forward—completely composed.
It was almost like they felt no fear.
'Foolish children… drunk on power just because they've been fed a little.' Antonio remarked to himself, steadying his scepter as he felt even more of a rush of energy assail his old body.
Within moments, he felt like a youth again.
