In the dirty and cold wind, the shape of a human was soon outlined. He had exactly the same look as Benedict III and was wearing a similar robe, except that the color of his clothes was pure black, and the crown above his head did not carry any sacredness but looked more like the extreme of corruption and pain.
He was holding a black staff in his hands that was mixed with the air of the God of Truth, and the reversed projection of the seven-floored Mountain Paradise floated behind his back. It looked like a pyramid with the tip pointed downward.
In the strange projection of Mountain Paradise, the creatures and the angels were not playing music, praising the god, or sharing joy. Instead, every floor displayed a different view.
On the topmost and the most spacious floor, holy spirits and angels were smiling at each other, but they were intentionally stretching out their arms and legs, blocking each other and even ambushing their companions from the back.
