[The Next Day]
The dimly lit dungeon reeked of damp stone and iron.
Chains rattled softly as the four Heretic Vassals sat in their confinement, their bodies battered and their powers restrained by divine seals etched into the very air of their prison.
The silence was thick with defiance, but tension lingered in the stale air.
From the far end of the chamber, the clinking of armored boots echoed. The door creaked open, flooding the dungeon with an intense, golden light.
Michael, the Apostle of Radiance, entered first, his aura suffocating. Behind him, the figure of Pope Innocent followed, his pristine white robes trailing like ghostly tendrils.
He bore a serene smile, yet his gaze carried the weight of centuries of calculated authority.
The Heretic Vassals exchanged wary glances.
The Pope stepped closer, his serene expression unchanging.
"My dear Vassals of Heresy… we meet again." He began, his voice smooth and gentle.
